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| 2. |
| 4:20 | 
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This is where I wanna be
Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Now who's that kickin' in the K for the West? Shade pop with the flows that seep hoes in your vest Half nigga with the word, half run up in your spot to talk shit Where I'm from, we prone to lick shots Now Dogg Pound Gangsta's but me up on game Now that I'm here a lot of shit gonna change Mister quick to buy a chain, mister let the chain hang Showin' off the broads I'm mister quick to get to bang Now you might catch Sheist gettin' bent in every coast Still the nigga with the heat gettin' rid of every coast Still fuckin' with Mizz, we run trizz when we bored And you know I got the X, twenties what they hittin' for See me if you wanna score, 'cuz I got what you need Or you can see me at the club, tinted SUV Gettin' in for free, I'm 'bout to get my name known Sheist pull a heist nigga just to get it on This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Check this out You see, how I figure this thing We can, all take over this game If we, come together do this shit right We can, all have a piece of the pie You know, how I figured this out I just, took a little trip down South Soon as, I set foot off the plane It was, just like a family thing You know, a gangsta's hard to deceive So I, took a little trip to the East I'm not, slow so I can wait for the game I'm not, broke so I'm in bulletproof everything When I, touch down it ain't like a thing They ain't, trippin' off nothin' but things So I, quickly disposed of my shades If we, if we ain't got us nigga where would we aim This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic why don't you light it up Yeah, show me somethin' I ain't never seen I step in the house-party with a gangsta lean It's Dogg Pound Gangsta's we strikin' back again Ready to ride in the Lac again Givin' it up for Mack 10 and T-Boz for doin' it This ain't nothin' but a gangsta reunion New York and California, the places to be Nate Dogg and Kurupt broadcast for free We at the Dogg House, where the dogs at Who wanna get with me? Baby meet me in the back Young Damien Young, this is number two Ridin' out room, nigga what you wanna do? This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed You got chronic don't you light it up This is where I wanna be Right here with my loved ones Smokin' on some weed |
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| 3. |
| 4:33 |
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Yeah bitch
Where go the blaze at? That's right, yeah Ride with me, yeah Walk a block with me On the heist with me Represent with me Yo, ride with me Walk a block with me On the heist, with my heist with me Represent, yo When I wake up in the morning, when I get up out of my bed At all times I remain a hustler, at all times I be chasing my bread Since this one's for my people, I'ma make sure you heard what I said Daddy say speak loud and clearly, daddy say aim for the head I think we all to cool to lose it, I say we all stay leveled instead I say still we tame the hookers, I know we still eluding them feds We make this one for the Negroes, and for the Caucasians who care They say they treat us like we equal I say they treat us like we just don't care [Chorus] When I wake up in the morning When I get up out my bed I will always be a hustler I will always chase my bread Since this one's for my people I'ma make sure you hear what I said I'm gon' speak so loud and clearly I'm gon' aim straight for yo head Yo, I wake up late but still got currency Dreams, snooze button no I'm trying to sleep I got bill and the ends ain't trying to meet So I'm pressed for cash and I'm out of my league Ya' see, times ain't the greatest and I ain't Ali So my hours are nine to five and my job's the street I'm in a low position trying to hope these mission Crenshaw when exposition feeling holiday wishin' And the block West stat and the spot we sure have Rallies on Manchester, Inglewood on Saturdays turn to night Shade always been the type to show love to those whom always doin' right [Chorus] Yo, it don't matter where you from Not knowing not where you been Can't go to sleep a child expect to wake a man Yo, life is a lesson niggas who don't study End up failing test and blame it on me But see Sheist only gets what he claiming to be A real quiet motherfucker with his heart in the streets Hot in these beats, flow sell a lot in a week So even Billboard couldn't drop my highest of peaks I'm with the breaks so you knowin' what they saying to me I'm impressed how many people end up hating on me Like a disease Shade hittin' wit' a new vaccine I leave 'em comatose falling asleep [Chorus] Real talk Real thangs Real people Wake up |
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| 3:46 |
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| 5. |
| 3:22 |
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| 6. |
| 3:46 |
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| 7. |
| 3:45 |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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| 9. |
| 2:59 |
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| 10. |
| 4:52 |
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| 11. |
| 3:30 |
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| 12. |
| 4:17 |
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| 13. |
| 0:24 |
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| 14. |
| 4:05 |
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| 15. |
| 3:44 |
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| 16. |
| 0:24 |
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