Our Way (feat. Evidence)

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Cen Cal terrain, soak up game
 Where graff writers bomb trains
 And poets is smoked out with dope in they veins
 Need a toast to the post where we hang
 Dialect unmatched
 Gotta adapt to the slang that's spoke, a West coast thing
 Out of town niggas get took out the frame
 Just for thinkin' every hood's the same
 Especially where I'm from, we live by the gun
 Put money over bitches, and die over funds
 You could lie in the trunk or at the blink
 Of an eye get jumped, can't say we seen it all
 But we can say we saw enough
 Survive when the times got rough
 And the money got low, houses got raided
 We was at the park gettin' faded, not a care in the world
 "West coast in ya area"
 "From the streets of the 'No"
 "5-5-9" "My birthplace" "L-A"
 "Where I'm comin' from"
 "The Coast of the Pacific"
 Another two days, the sun set, they lose like touche
 Too bad, I was off the head like toupees
 Got home off two planes, toothaches
 To-day, myspace, two-thousand plays
 Last call for alcohol's 2AM
 On a Tuesday night, we was sayin'
 Know this our way, LA party crashin'
 We from here, y'all talk funny, y'all got the accents
 East slopes to the beach, post up each
 Every day, new trees, Cali green
 Green leafs, weed medicine cards
 Streets got eyes in 3D
 Still peep, polluted air when I sleep
 Fuckin' up the count in my sheep
 The far left, I'm part of the next
 Shine different, work hard, not gonna bottle the stress
 Skate parks jumpin', one-time focus
 Young niggas pumpin', hoodrats scopin'
 At the bus stop, brothers might slide through dumpin'
 Broad daylight outside like "fuck it"
 Hood rich, we drive-by in buckets
 With chrome 22's on the side, call it stuntin'
 Flamboyant young hustlers and
 Couch bums who amounted to nothin'
 Mouthpiece help me get dough
 Out a chick in the mall buyin' fresh clothes
 Some broads got burned out
 Erica turned 17 and got turned out
 That's how we live in the streets of the F
 Paranoid so I sleep wit a Tec, valley of death
 I'm from the Sunshine State, but we livin' in darkness
 Be smart nigga, enter with caution, it's F-C
 

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Duration
03:32
Key
10
Tempo
95 BPM

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