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 | Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west | |
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| A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness | |
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| The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest | |
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| Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex | |
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| We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat | |
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| The state where ya never find a dance floor empty / And pimps be on a mission for them greens / lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends / I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes / ever since honeys was wearin sassoon / Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me / Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace / It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay / Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay / Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way / Dre puttin it down for / Californ-i-a | |
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