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

Welcome to California where the gang
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 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 wig peelt back
out on the corner drinkin Sapp
Little doin things from 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 when us niggaz got
Young niggaz niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see where hearts at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, around with beat in my truck
around with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks
12 gauge sawed-off, my point across
nigga or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in
Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the
Rest in peace to my L-Dogg from the DPG
Bringin drama to these niggaz, drama to the streets

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

[Slip
In L.A. ya dress cordial, to the area ya goin to
Ya might need to where a black suit standin in grey and blue
Ya know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and ya shot and forgotten
back in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was when ya high
Knockin on they ass, put a nigga through the glass
Capone got there so fast, the crashed
And I laugh when I think on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip drinkin blaze
in the Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my motherfuckin on
Getcha on wit a nigga 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 kill a cop I'ma need 'em to 'em
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, was out in Philly
I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, bomb
it don't stay calm for
When a nigga livin in a warzone, the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the on my dome
And so it read 'Hawthorne: The where I was born'
the cows come home, in the southside of L.A.
The of Angels, but Hell 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 to bang in
Keep the rag hangin, 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 pass it

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

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