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[Verse 1: Ray
Never been the nigga to front cause boy, I used to get
OG at 23 a P, he shippin' Q's for 12
That was a day, cuffed it from Jackie, he knew I'd pay
Had me a hoes, just needed a Lac or a Chevrolet
Rebuilt a 7-9, full amount 'til day I ain't paid
get 'em back one day, they was rippin' off niggas anyway
It ain't no thang
The world spinnin' I kept grindin'
Getchyo yo
The kid kept spittin', he climbin'
a hard enough job tryin' to stay on top
Just a dope young hood star got sayin' I'ma flop tryin'
To help the homies out I got niggas gettin' shot done felt
My share of droughts now I'm takin' these niggas spots
I moved from section to
Fucked up and a few lessons
Served some payback no blessings
I be so deep in my
It can't be no digressions
I ask these a question
They response like they guessin'
I pay it and press 'em
this is California
Los Angeles, ya dig
I bend me a corner, blow do it big
Ain't self made or selfish, split the profit with my click
Linguini with shell fish, then some ones and hit the strip
I'm thrustin' my pelvis, until she it in her tits
So transcontinental, we liquor at the Ritz
Somewhere in London, mayn catch me stuntin' with Jay Prince
Get bread in abundance, break off my kin and never switch,

[Hook: Ray
I love my city, yeah I love my
Ya me don't trip, nigga, I'ma pay it forward
me and you go back before
I had no dough for shoes, to go
But mayn I love city, I don't love these hoes
On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody
Yeah, the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo

[Verse 2:
Yo a shell around my mind, a mental terrapin
Tearing out my break line can't slow down, so close I can this shit
up on a precipice of pullin' up a generation
But I forget the many lessons that it took to raise a nigga
Land of the villain
Scam everyday for the
Fam I'm callin' mayday
on nigga you know
That I'm really puttin' in
On my back got a
rap with a purpose
On the for the curses
and questions this shit is a quest
For the days
Call me a rookie, veteran thangs
Call me a bookie, I bet win
Gotta keep pushin' for the folks that me down for ages
Before a ever had a dream of puttin' the pen to pages
Nigga had a always leaned, settin' some expectations
To my niggas a million
For the support and
Went the poor to the paid
the storm n remained
Our never break
Nigga more to claim
pour the pain
N sip it we the
nothing more to say
I say I say I say I say

[Hook: Ray
I my city, yeah I love my dawgs
Ya told me don't trip, nigga, pay it forward
Cause me and you go before
I had no for shoes, nowhere to go
But mayn I love this city, I don't love hoes
On a mission for the scritch and nigga everybody
Yeah, the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
Westside Dub B, at yo door

3: Manu Li]
Me and you was jackin' brews, was before the pub deal
Me and you would kick it all the time with nothin' not
So much time to kill, simple days were plain, chips
On the days I'm most passed are the most missed
But we Johnny, we good, we cash, we
If I sing these blues in folsom 'til my grave and
If you got stabbed like Joel Osmond I'll head to Slauson
I'm making a tee for you, know what to sing I'll know how to grief
You remember playing 'til yo auntie told us turn that shit off
We only got older crazy how we fell this far off
We went from talking everyday to just not at all
I guess that's just how we up, I know it's nobody's fault
And it's not like me talking your back or bash you
But I gotta ask you, if you got a new number you never reply
Yeah I just gotta ask you, yah I thought that I saw you you said hi
Or was it I hope you know, I know I know I know I know

[Hook: Ray
I love my city, yeah I love my
Ya told me don't trip, nigga, pay it forward
Cause me and you go back
I had no for shoes, nowhere to go
But mayn I love this city, I don't these hoes
On a mission for the scritch and everybody know
Yeah, the 1 the 2 the 3 the 4
Westside Dub B, O-P-M at yo