Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
That's right, feels good to be back homie,
what's crackin',
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F#m
grab your drinks, it's a toast,
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2009 homie, come on, come on
I just wanna live my dreams
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people
in the crowds
watchin' hands poppin' as I ride
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such a satisfaction to all of the people
of people
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C#m
They never run up, it's a celebration,
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Cause we ain't goin' nowhere,
we gon' keep on doin' the
shit we love
We doin' this for years,
hard work has paid off
No matter what we shoot
for success at all costs,
look what that's brought
Only a couple albums later,
success came
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Damn, what has
this gang came to?
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Used to be boring
until high power came through
People see my life change,
probably think I've changed too
Till they smoke a ninja with me,
see that I'm the same fool
Ain't nothing changed but the day
New friends, new rides,
new money in the bank
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And that's it, still dodging a casket
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F#m
Give me the beat, I'll smash it,
I just wanna live my dreams
Trying to get this music popping
Couple of thousand people
in the crowds
Watchin' hands bobbin' as I rise
All of the people I despise
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People wanna see me done -up
But, they never runnin'
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Time to grab a drink, spark a blunt -up
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Cause we ain't goin' nowhere
We gon' keep on doin' this shit for life
Back in the days, homie I used to ride buses
If I was lucky
Maybe shotgunnin' a Cutlass
We struggled a lot
Could not afford lunches
It was what it was
I had to roll with the punches
E
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But, uh, I was raised
To learn the crime pace
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Whoever thought this little knuckle
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Go ahead and get her, get his life straight
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I got some plaques on my wall s,
and with this music I clown
I get down, from Cali to Germany
Barcelona to Japan, Amsterdam and back
You see a soldier worldwide
From side to side, I spit bitches
I represent this Cali shit
like palm trees and switches
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Like Vineweed, the spirits of Eazy -E
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And Tupac, bitches in tube tops
Homies strapped with tube locks
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This is my home, this is my dream
I just wanna live my dreams,
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people in
the crowds watching,
hands bobbing as I rise
F#m
such a satisfaction to all of the people
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F#m
I despise on the come up
From Sunday I'm the son of people
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C#m
They never run up, this a celebration,
shit for life
That's right homie, for life
Now we're gonna keep
on making you haters,
keep on making up
all these fake ass stories
And keep on being sour faces
E
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F#m
We give you motherfuckin'
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F#m
Ha ha ha ha ha
For life
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