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

Welcome to California where the stay
Longbeach, Compton to Watts, and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the fly
I maintain just to bang with the gang the day that I die
Get plus looney and insane, on yo' ass
First to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
she in all them hardy-tardy no (?)
They get some get back and get they whole wig back
out on the corner drinkin 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!"
Motorola TV's - on D's
Make us niggaz feel when us niggaz got cheese
Young robbin niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
to see where they hearts 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 sawed-off, thinkin my point across
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya how we put it in work
Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg the DPG
Bringin drama to these niggaz, bringin to the streets

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

Capone]
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya to
Ya might need to where a black khaki suit in grey and blue
Ya know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the
Capone got there so fast, the crashed
And I laugh when I think back on the days of my
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin
in the Purple Haze -- finna get my on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin my motherfuckin lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a
Hit a nigga up in traffic, then go try and get a
Cause I'll split a nigga with from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop need 'em to beat 'em
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, was out in Philly
When I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to ya silly
Make a milli-on, I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay
it don't calm for long
When a livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the 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 Hell surround us, all us
Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my slow and it up
Flip a rock and a cut to the homies
to get some new to bang in
the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
Got a gang of ends

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

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

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