Lyrics
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Verse 1: Eazy-E
It's 1:45 in the morning
Everything's all good in the hood but it gets boring
Now I creeps around to the backdoor
Mom's done locked so I bails out the window
Aw-ah home, street home
And there's a house party down the street
It's going on
I bails through the door
And guess who did I see?
Chan Loc, Sylk, Diamond and T-Ski
And it's all going down like this you know
Eazy-E, C-P-T
Go on Slow Sylk, flow....
Verse 2: Sylk-E. Fyne
Well, it's the S, the Y, the L, the K
Now come on little closer and get played
Straight bumping bombing
Putting it down with that little fool from Compton
South Central definitely G.B.M for life
So pay the price
Life's too short, so I gamble
Don't give a damn so
I grabs the ammo
Smoke up locked off that indo 'n gotta make that money gotta make that
To build the stash
Ain't here to play
Ain't here to stay
But I'm here to put it down the ruthless way
Make my papers with my folks
They butt with my locs
Much love to them girls, much love
Verse 3: T-Ski
T-Ski, Loc, local run I'm legend didn't you know that I
Fools on the track like a metro
I'm catch you back so, you know you can't get wet with my liquid flows
That hit you further in the brick come sick
Like a stick a turtle just squeeze my soul a million down to get
Learn the lesson I'll be stressing
But I know be puffing bills 'cause my rhymes pay the bills
I set up shop on the block with nothing with dealers with thieves
But don't sell the day I put on the jack
All that justifies the means
What I?
Ladies be the illest with the holla
If you got the ring I'm a jack you
I'm a rapper strangle than your colour
I've got any clothes be listing this silly wholes
If you mad I took your man go get yourself a deal
Really know where's the thunder make?
And the gonna hand when the softy when you softly
Talking behind your back but won't say it in your face
I gotta break;
Get bizzy go Chan's, get bizzy
Verse 3: Chan Loc
Have you ever seen her
That mad bitch that they call Chan
24/7 with the Glock in my hand
Now god damn
I'm bailing up the cental strips
Coming in the that chevy
Hoping with the heat
Deep, rolling as we mobb to the beach
I got the silver gat and the great coop
Thug in me
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