| Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way
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| Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
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| Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mama never would let me play
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| outside.
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| But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like a fuckin'
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| fool.
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| So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat, shot an enemy from across
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| the street
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| Mama came home, said she got a good job. |
| Daddy did too. |
| Now they don’t squab.
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| Financially, we improvin'. |
| 2 months later, son, we movin'.
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| No more duckin' from shotgun shells. |
| Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
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| (give it to me now.)
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| I need you and I love you, baby.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (Check it out, check it out, check it out.)
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| No more rats and no more roaches, livin' next door to football coaches.
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| Now I got a new place to sell me crack. |
| Now I got little white kids to jack.
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| I stopped wearin' blue, wasn’t trippin' on red. |
| Too busy squabbin' with the
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| skinheads.
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| Stupid questions, distract the class. |
| Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
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| I didn’t really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
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| Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. |
| I thought about my future,
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| layin' in the dirt.
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| I can’t jump, I can’t flinch. |
| Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
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| Graduate from school? |
| Don’t make me laugh. |
| I got an F+ in basic math.
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| (give it to me now.)
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| Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
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| I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. |
| Bucccoooc!
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (check it out.)
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| I knew I couldn’t make it in the white man’s world, so I bought me some khakis
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| and a Geri curl.
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| I knew I couldn’t make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started
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| slingin' yayo.
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| For sure! |
| I was makin' crazy dough. |
| Should’ve dropped outta school a long time
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| ago.
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| Bought a cell phone, like a nut. |
| Now I deliver like Pizza Hut.
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| I drunk whisky and Bacardi. |
| I sold dope to anybody.
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| Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass
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| the time.
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| A white man drove up to my spot. |
| He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
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| I put a fat rock inside his hand. |
| About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
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| (Get down, punk.)
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| Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
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| I need you and I love you, baby.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (check it out, check it out, check it out.)
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| Can’t get drunk. |
| Can’t get blunted. |
| LA County, 95 hundred.
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| Crips wanna take my All-stars. |
| Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
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| Them peckerwoods don’t want none, but the Mexican’s straight own one.
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| Them Ese’s, Catorces, Treces, always tryin' to test me
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| So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain’t no punk. |
| Jammed his head up against the
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| bunk.
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| Socked that Cholo in his chin. |
| Black mother-fuckers scared to jump in.
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| Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. |
| I kept talkin' shit cause I want
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| some more.
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| Back in town, we get along with the brown. |
| Now I’m in jail, they tryin' to beat
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| me down.
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| Jail is hell, but I’ll adapt. |
| Won’t hesitate to get in a scrap.
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| 'Cause I’m down for mine, and that’s for certain, sittin' in the hole with my
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| knuckles hurtin'.
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| (Palmdale)
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| Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
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| I need you and I love you, baby.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (check it out, homeboy.)
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| Now I got a fucked up life. |
| Two bad kids and a naggin' wife.
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| Dead end job at the airport. |
| Check too short to pay the house note.
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| Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to school with me
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| Playin' in the NFL. |
| We used to kick back in East Palmdale.
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| Rodney Williams. |
| Lorenz Tate. |
| Zeno plays for Colorado State.
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| I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get depressed.
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| Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that
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| could’ve, would’ve, should’ve been.
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| I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
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| (Palmdale.)
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| I need you and I love you, baby.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| Cause that’s where my heartache began, heartache began.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| I need you and I love you, baby.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| Cause that’s where my heartache began, heartache began.
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y’all at?)
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| Palmdale, come back to me.
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| (Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don’t care if you in Japan, Africa
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| hey, you know how we used to do it, man. |
| Hey, hey, hey.)
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| Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
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| Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
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| Yo, what do we sell? |
| (YELL!)
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| Yo, where we fittin' to go? |
| (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
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| Dale. |
| Palmdale. |
| (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
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| Dale. |
| Palmdale. |
| (C'mon, c’mon, c’mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
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| Dale. |
| Palmdale.
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| Dale. |
| (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. |
| (It ain’t over 'til the fat man sings.)
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| Dale. |
| (Little Rock can’t get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
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| Dale. |
| Palmdale. |