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

Welcome to where the gang stay
Longbeach, to Watts, Hawthorne 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 plus and insane, on yo' ass
First just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin
Cash; she in all them no (?)
They get some get back and get whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner Sapp
Little homies doin things murders to jackin
And say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
TV's - 'Lacs on D's
Make us niggaz feel good us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz robbin niggaz for they dope (give it up!)
Just to see where they at
Smokin weed and and hubs, roll around with beat in my truck
Roll with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks
12 gauge sawed-off, thinkin my point
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in
Now here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg the DPG
Bringin to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna and bang
..and move around with gangstas
Whattcha 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 might need to where a black khaki standin in grey and blue
Ya never know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - and plottin
to caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool ya high
niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the glass
Capone got there so fast, the crashed
And I laugh when I think back on the of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin
in the Purple Haze -- finna get my on
Two o'clock in the with my motherfuckin lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a if ya wit a nigga
Hit a nigga up in traffic, then go try and get a
Cause split a nigga with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta a cop I'ma need 'em to beat 'em
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in
I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I drop to
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, bomb
it don't calm for long
a nigga livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a on my throne, so put the crown on my dome
And so it read 'Hawthorne: The city I was born'
Till the come home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but surround us, all around us
it hot, I heat it up, slow my slow and speed it up
Flip a and give a cut to the homies
to get some new chucks to in
the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
Got a whole gang of

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

You the AR-15, the glock 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, lean
It's like a dream to be fresh on the scene,
Rest in to Strak-Lo, keep calm
Rest in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio in peace

Yeah, how we do it
Slip Capone and Dat Daz
Funky Fresh '99.. haha...