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[Intro] Yea . . Turn the music up a little bit . . . [*Nate Dogg in background] Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder . . right there Dah-dah-daaah [Nate Dogg] In the name of the streets [Verse] Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh) Nigga let the games begin, as I standinTossed the tall can on a campus off the limital scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body Wit lyrics and 'draulics hotter than the Majave Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon Escalade 3-braid beer wearinFuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat Niggas call me "Home of Cake" cause I love the cheese Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets

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