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Harlem World - Cali Chronic

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Turn it up

[Huddy Combs]
Yo, when I roll you know the cats be out
So you cowards got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be `bout
Cuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

[Blinky Blink]
Hud, stay on the low, pop two cops
Thug, Against All Odds, like Tupac
I`m caked up, dog-tired from Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then wake up

[Huddy]
For top dollar yo, I squeeze my trigger
And Lord knows, I`ll lead this nigga
Cuz I`m down for whatever
Matter of fact, I`m down for the cheddar
Try to clown and get yo` ass layed down forever

[Blink]
Niggas hate to see a G come up
Young niggas that run up get gun up
That`s the real, seen the nigga pass the steel
Even wink and yo` ass get killed, All Out

[Meeno]
1 - This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders
All weed smokers, Olde E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga`s
Throw it up

This is for the know-knotters
Six-fo` riders, all them ones are lowriders
Whether blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin` with them big things out
Yay a yayyy

[Meeno]
Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that`s in front of you
Harlem USA be the place that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the dum-dum
It`s hot now, cops now, All Out gotta eat
Close food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin` all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even Stevie D
Pour some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the click they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the same for me

Repeat 1

[Loon]
Now, we drink Colt `45, tote 45`s
Smoke `til we high, loc til` we die
Got locked up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, `Foo, what you in for?!`
Jail mental`, named Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10 more
Oh, he was silent than braille
In `83 was the first with hydraulics
Caught his first bid dealin` with narcotics
And had Daytons and always kept `em polished
You taught me about khakis and Converse
And if a foo` try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I`m stackin` my grip
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never sleep on it
I went from Harlem to LA fool, so speak on it

Repeat 1 until fade

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