| I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| Standin' amazing, hit you in the brain
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| Get with Snoop Dogg, he can put you in the game
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| Put you on the stage, maybe even front page
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| Get a little fortune, have a little fame
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| Kill 'em with class, toes to the boogie while you fill up your glass
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| So quick, so fast
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| No razzmatazz, I’m just an eastside nigga
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| With my gangster ass, twenties
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| I used to pinch pennies
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| Only Gs, I don’t fuck with no
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| My clique is sick, it expandin'
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| To outlaws, riders and bandits
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| What you gon' do
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| When we coming to a hood near you?
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| You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| What’s beef? |
| 'Cause beef is in the kitchen
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| What you want dog? |
| I’m on a million-dollar mission
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| How can you get it if you ain’t been through shit?
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| I’m just a seed that was planted by Ruthless
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| My family tree is so G, we was cut from the cloth called LBC
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| Crybaby, used to C-Walk at the park
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| Pitbulls on a leash that would never bark
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| Real love, real dubs, real
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| Trip Locc, kin folk, and Wayniac
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| Peace to the deceased that passed away
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| «Duces 'n Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way»
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| What you gon' do
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| When we pull up in a hood near you?
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| You know I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
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| Party don’t rock like it used to rock
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| Back door, nigga, I refuse to knock
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| I beat a nigga up out his shoes and socks
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| Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden…
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| Yeah, certified official gangsta shit
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| Unfiltered, like a pack of humps, nigga
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| Detrimental to all and any that disrespect or deviate from the G calls
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| It’s either hog status or buster status
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| It ain’t no in betweens
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| You can’t wake up and put this on, nigga
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| Every breath you breathe gotta be committed to this shit
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| Clappin' niggas, tappin' switches, mackin' bitches
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| Mansion business and stackin riches
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| It’s all a part of that lifestyle we created back in the days for the world to
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| follow
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| Gs up, forever
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| The boss dogg an' Tha General, front line and on the east side |