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[Slip
to Longbeach, haha...
Some of Capone and Dat Nigga Daz shit
Smackin y'all upside the head, beyotch
Show y'all niggaz it is..

Welcome to California where the stay
Longbeach, Compton to Watts, and L.A.
we rip-ride, let the slugs fly
I just to bang with the gang till the day that I die
Get crazy looney and insane, on yo' ass
just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
Cash; she in all them no (?)
They get some get and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner drinkin
Little homies doin things murders to jackin
And say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I reply with, "Hell I'm a rider!"
Motorola TV's - on D's
Make us niggaz feel good us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz robbin for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see where they at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, around with beat in my truck
Roll around with heat in the front, just to dump at two
12 sawed-off, thinkin my point across
Cooperate or get broke off
Ask ya how we put it in work
Now here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie from the DPG
drama to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna and bang
..and around with those gangstas
gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
..and around with them gangstas, gangstas!

[Slip
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the ya goin to
Ya need to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya never who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and leave ya and forgotten
Remember in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught every park in the mornin, was cool when ya high
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a through the glass
Capone got so fast, the motherfuckers crashed
And I laugh I think back on the days of my past
My ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze
in the Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my lotes on
loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a nigga
Hit a nigga up in traffic, go try and get a nigga
I'll split a nigga with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, I gotta kill a cop I'ma need 'em to beat 'em
[Daz] say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in
When I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya
Make a milli-on, when I drop to
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it don't stay calm for
When a nigga livin in a warzone, the war's on
I'm a on my throne, so put the crown on my dome
And so it 'Hawthorne: The city where I was born'
Till the cows home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but surround us, all around us
Makin it hot, I it up, slow my slow and speed it up
Flip a rock and a cut to the homies
to get some new chucks to in
Keep the rag hangin, Cutlass to in
Got a gang of ends

Knick-knack patty-whack, a G a strap
If he a G put to work, if he a punk he it back

You want the AR-15, the 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the beam, gangsta lean
like a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, calm
in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace

Yeah, how we do it
Slip and Dat Nigga Daz
Fresh '99.. yeah haha...