Here We Go

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Once again it's the rough, the tough, the wicked, the man
Takin' all bull from the set tribal clan
Steppin' to the spots kinda hype
Checkin' out the ladies with the clothes on tight
Feelin' good, feelin' down when we up all strapped
I get ready to get busy for the fools that, slept
Gettin' juice but for the funk in the trunk
Roll it up, roll it up, roll up the blunt
So I can get loose in the streets
Pump it in your hooptie, or pump it in your Jeep
Yeah, now imma break it down for the girls who trip
As I get wrecked on slip
Never drive a slip with your crews and your home
With your Jeep in your pocket in the blues
Yeah, uh, but ya don't hear me tho
I don't give a damn about your momma, so
Keep the books to yourself 'cause it's strange droppin' hits
And it goes like this

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The year is 1990-somethin', lacin' up to end though
Lookin' for a trick, to play like Nintendo
Time to break and roll on it now with a 40
Damn, lit up like a Christmas tree
Anyway, runnin' down kin with might zap it
Ready for the track my 48's is saggin'
Gotta stay alert, East South Central L.A
Straight from the hood all work and no play
Always in the dirt hiding out from the cops
Top Bride is the man, gotta give 'em props
Check it out, walked to the store bought a talk and
Walk, smokin' like a Marlboro man
A minute drinkin' it was over
'Cause I couldn't keep it down every time she bent it over
Well just another funky wife from the ghetto
And lettin' fools saw that we ain't worth a battle

Here we go
Here we go (here we go, here we go)
Here we go
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Here we go (here we go, here we go)
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It's just another dope Ese pickin' up the loot, the gas
Juvenile Style's spreadin' out like a rash
It keeps ballin', kickin' and heal
The South great men with the balls of steel
5th in the trunk next to the MAC-10
I juggle beer down faster than a damn train
Insane, only when I'm drunk, the flavor, I kick
Damn I shoulda thunk, before I started
Bombing 'em, switchin' on the point
Kevin's always walkin' with them rollin' up a joint
But I got the flavor and I'm goin' to the top
'Cause I got the sparks that'll learn from what you got
So bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do with this bum ass crew?
That will sure to make you blunder
'Cause I dropped the crazy styles that'll make Stevie
Hm
Well I keep the flow messed dust, I must
Grab a hold the box 'cause it's mic turned off, buss
We just another funky wine from the ghetto
And lettin' fools know that we eat with the battle

Here we go
Here we go (here we go, here we go)
Here we go
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Here we go (here we go, here we go)
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