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| Out on bail fresh outta jail, | |
| Soon as I stepped on the scene, | |
| Fiendin for money and | |
| the life of a | |
| where cowards die and | |
| Only in Cali where we riot not | |
| To live and die in | |
| We wearin Chucks not | |
| Dressed in Locs and | |
| And ride | |
| Flossin but have caution | |
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| Famous cause we | |
| Let'em recognize from Long Beach to | |
| Bumpin and grindin like | |
| It's | |
| So you know the row | |
| Say what you say, but | |
| Let me serenade the | |
| From Oakland to | |
| The Bay Area and | |
| Cali is where they put they | |
| Give me | |
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