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Life is so mysterious, I get a bit delirious Earth beneath my feet start moving slow Hurricanes lately, Lord, it gets so frightening When the big wind

What's up dog What's up ey What's up perro Yeah I run with the real ones Simon Hey drop that shit holmes [Chorus x2: Frank V] If you a sucker on the

[Lil' Rob] Remember every year, before the fair We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there To go down, it was sort of like tradition The first

[Silencer] Califa Thugs straight coming and gunning You're running on a mission, no competition I'm coming at you with my ammuntion We be the baddest

m sprung Every time that I speak I pertain to a funky crowd Turn up the radio, make sure that it's loud The woofers are bumpin, the tweeders and tweetin The bass

(Funky) [VERSE 1: W.C.] Check 1-2, yo everybody, what's up? Low Pro is definitely in effect, and bringin y'all the dope stuff This here is doper than

the rudy-poo new jack punks get payed Suckers flappin at the mouth, but they ain't droppin knowledge Sounds you're outta Cal State Watts College The bass

Dope jams that kept suckers in check Yo, you know Low Pro will keep flowin correct To melodies like these eliminate MC's Pump the volume on the JVC Kick the bass

Sharper than a switchblade, a brother standing in the darkness Staring at those who oppose and who try to spark this Intelligent wise, but I'm far from