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Ya Boy We Run L A

on the beach We can share, its only fair Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A

hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not

40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes

haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] I

' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire

to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet You ain't never heard a

It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it [Hook x2] [3LW fading] 3-L-Dub get

That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we

Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin