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skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack ridas. [Chrous: C-Bo

homicides in front of my eyes. It's just some ballin'-ass niggas down to die for the West Side. [Verse 1: C-Bo] It could be the napalm, droppin' non

'all knew that Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other

dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's finest Man Bo

uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Dorsey, a.k.a. [PP/Jamal Dorsey] Pazi Plant, The Soul Plant [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a. [Bo/Conway Armstead] Bo

from beginning to the end BO South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at? South South, Bronx C'mon let's bring

you gotta be thankful to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that How can C-Bo

You do like how I'm living? Well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo, runnin' through the line like Bo

(featuring Big Shasta & C-Bo) [Hook: Big Shasta] Now we can roll some berry blunts Supersize two feet long And when it's done stuff the bong So we can