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pac div - the return lyrics

[verse 1: mibbs]
it’s the return to the city of the angels and demons
where the party’s still popping while the neighbors is sleeping
police helicopters flying over our heads
i don’t know what happened but i hope that n-body’s dead
you know that sh-t don’t stop so now it’s back to the basics
living above the law, that’s some cl-ssic la sh-t
and banging pac, cube, snoop, eazy, and dre sh-t
been on a hiatus, now we back to our [group?]
since i was kid, my best friend was kurupt
yo-yo was my b-tch and dj quik was my unc’
mack 10 and dub-c taught me to tie my chucks
and nate dogg was my n-gg-, he never left me on stuck
i give my city a hug and make love to the pavement
where i live at everyday is like a f-cking vacation
hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation
i tell him get with this pick up or she?

[hook: ty$]
ya b-tch wanna smoke with a n-gg-
she said you’s a broke -ss n-gg-
and girls just wanna have fun
ride around, top down in the sun
she want a n-gg- that can
buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
she need a n-gg- that can
buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
yea, yea

[verse 2: like]
k i heard from this old throwback i been dying to cut down
she used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now
tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now
and showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds
you tryna guess if i still got in them guts, wow
i did though, don’t act like you never f-cked with no big ho
we from that big coast where the 6 42s hop
and where the guns might bust, and where there’s none like us
house parties cracking ’til the sun light’s up
name another trio with a buzz like us
name another trio who can bust like us
who get love like us, but there’s none i trust

[hook]

[verse 3: beyoung]
say rest in peace to the homie, [chip hurns?]
floss too much and you bound to get served
talk reckless and it’s bound to get heard
n-gg-s booking flights into town just for the herbs
don’t think it’s just the birds
surfing and sunshine
run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly
cutthroat, cut ties
that n-gg- sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white
pack heats and
n-gg-s after cash like it’s always tax season
pull a breezil with -ss fat, cleavage
met her friday, got the -ss that weekend
hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it
wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating
laderas and the sw-ng, we in the parking lot chiefin’
yea, that’s the city that i’mma never leaving
we get high

[hook]

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