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Rollin' on slauson, rollin' on slauson, rollin' on slauson Compton's in the house Compton's in the house Blue converse nigga Rich rollin from the dirt just bangin my turf Like Snoop did Same color rag just a new crip Blue bandanas blue dickies and a deuce fifth Slauson ave ain't the side you could truce with Homicide city turned these young niggas ruthless With loose lips will make a snitch nigga shoes slip Pistol introduce a pussy nigga to the pulpit Blue rag 'S' hat gold on my neck fat Gun case catch that cause neighborhood I rep that Bust heads peel caps cook coke sell crack Hit the county jail make yo enemies run that Momma know my gun clap granny know my gun clap Shoot it out fuck that Duck down bust back Deuce deuces on my cadillac California state of mind since Kurupt dropped with battle cat Some niggas crippin and some niggas don't Times get so crazy when you're out on your own Some niggas bloodin and some niggas don't Times get so crazy when you're out on your own We gets it crackin' like the old G's used to do We keeps it crackin' like the old G's use to do in '85 and '87 and '91 Them gangstas they roll them gangstas, they roll Red converse nigga So woopin' from the dirt nigga Bangin' my turf like snoop did And it's still 187 on a mothafuckin' cop When I'm dippin' down the block banging Black Superman And CJ Mack no Game wasn't the first with the L.A. tat It was Keita Rock I'm the blood him straight from Cedar block Name still painted on the wall I never leave the block Can't stop won't stop gotta keep the heater cocked Fiends like S Dot they'll never leave the rock Palm trees crips bloods hundreds in the strip club Game so wooped out and Nipsey all cripped up C walk B walk stompin' in my red chucks Red rag pants sag nigga I don't give a fuck Bigger rims on bigger trucks California state of mind since Pac drop 'Hit Em Up' Some niggas crippin and some niggas don't Times get so crazy when you're out on your own Some niggas bloodin and some niggas don't Times get so crazy when you're out on your own We gets it crackin' like the old G's used to do We keeps it crackin' like the old G's use to do in '85 and '87 and '91 Them gangstas they roll them gangstas, them gangstas they roll
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