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killafornia organization - throw it up lyrics

yeah
w-ssup chill
oh i’m just chillin tray deee you know i’m sayin
parlayin over here on the wild wild west
doin it gangsta style
that’s right
these fools don’t recognize us
these fools don’t recognize the day
check it out

sittin at the [?] puffin on a blunt
cappin game with the homie reminiscin on funk
a n-gga need a drink so we dip to the store
hit a couple of corners and got jacked by the 5-0
little did they know, fool we got straps
and we into peelin back po-po caps
ease to the stash spot, hopped out the glock
11 o’clock news, one-time’s got shot
and ain’t n0body knowin who did it, no not a trace
layin in the cut so i don’t catch a case
but the next time i get my -ss jacked by a cop
you heard another one of them fools got that -ss popped
buck-buck the police, buck-buck your whole crew
[?]. you get your face black and blue
jackin all my folks, tryin to get me for my grip
but catch a n-gga drunk i empty the whole d-mn clip

what’s that you’re holdin on, compton westside
could it be that west coast lovin, alright, long beach eastside

kickin sand from the land of the chevys and lacs
where you ride or you die so you carry a strap
whether you’re black or latin, slang yay or you rappin
you’re best to act like you’re packin
when folls roll up and hold up sets to me
i check em for the disrespect they direct at me
cause i’m a g with no sorta direction
who choose to execute whenever court is in session
i hold [?]. like all black
made for generatin, if it’s hatin makin n-ggas fall flat
i represent the element that’s [?]. in 96
[?].rhyme [?]
for all that i saw through this raw -ss life
fools slippin in the darkness [?].at night
[?] to recognize the hand that’s brung
so i play my cards hard to be the scandalous one
you know

hook

i throw my set high in the sky
(why) cause i don’t care, bustas might stare
but i dare for them to step to the boom (boom), the bam (bam)
cause like i said don’t trip, i’ll bust your d-mn lip
[?].illusion, it’s confusin, if you’re choosin
the wrong set to claim, then you’re losin
for me, i drops a big c with my gang sign
[?].any fool that wants to claim my set
[?] in a week he’ll be loco
young tg’s blastin out the d-mn [?]
it’s on, the chrome is loaded
sky lit up from coast to coast when it exploded
that’s how we do it on the wild wild west
any n-gga tryin to come and p-ss the freestyle test
of the hurricane, chill, boom bam and mr. tray deee
puttin it down for the 96 big baby

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