![]() fo-fo mag tucked away when the po-po's pass Never affiliated, but my niggas bang getting paidĬoco ave. Young kids wearing Nike's sharing bikes, tearing mics up Young niggas hopping fences looking chilly How to pick a lock with a hanger, load shots in the chamberīorn and raised in killa Cali, dreaming one day the city's ours ![]() ![]() I mean he probably cool, but his posse full of herbsĪround the same time I was trying to learn Hit the homie Flacko, that's the vato with the herb They hit that younging with a stray while he was tying his shoeĪnd nobody said a word about the body on the curb I drunk Vodka and juice with the fatherless youthĮveryday in between the hours of two we ate taco's and hoot Through the village we just happened to roamĪnd every single snotnose had an addict at home I was in love with the block, call it the avenue Jones
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