Lyrics
yeah, let's bring it over here to the lapd man, uh oh, whenever 5-0 hit, my mind's speakin' on some survival shit, i'm an outlaw, 5-0 is who i'm rivals with, so i'm out y'all, like they quit, quicker than a slug that a rifle spit, a thug quicker than michael bit, run, gestapo's comin' up fast so i gotta dash, we hood stars and they never wanted a autograph, one of the homies didn't run and they shot his ass, he paralyzed now and can't move his bottom half, standin' still is the silly plan, even if i gotta snatch a innocent bitch right out of her mini van, i knock you off in and wouldn't give a damn, they respondin' with shots fire, i'm the trigger man, i run, i'm ditchin' out fools, they never, penitentiary time and crooked i just don't miss, plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks, so i, run! if you sell drugs in the school zone, run! if you getting' chased with no shoes on, run! fuck that! run! cops got, guns!, they givin' out life like bird tons, run! if you ain't do shit, you it, that next felony nigga, it's like three zip, so, run! hop fences, jump over benches!, when you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!, run! fuck that! run! cops got guns! motherfucker. damn, these motherfuckers are on my ass man, i gotta make it back to motherfuckin' long beach boulevard, fuck
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Artist: crooked i