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i'm from long beach - p-nice lyrics

[intro: p-nice]
check it out, young
the east side? now that’s the east side (now that’s the east side)
the west is the west (west)
the north side is the north side (up top, what’s happenin’?)
they all got real n-ggas (they all got real n-ggas)
there’s only one thing they got in common, though, cuz

[chorus: p-nice]
n-gga, i’m from long beach
the city where the crips at (crips at)
get a bird, then we flip that
n-gga, i’m from long beach
where we only say cuz (say cuz)
crip city, we ain’t got no bloods
n-gga, i’m from long beach
ridin’ down the ave-o (east side)
see a enemy, and smash on ’em
n-gga, i’m from long beach
i don’t f-ck with you b-tch n-ggas (b-tch n-ggas)
i don’t talk to no snitches, n-gga
n-gga, i’m from long beach

[verse 1: p-nice]
blue chucks, blue strings
chunky watch (chunky, n-gga), big chain
i don’t f-ck with snitches (never)
i’m a real n-gga
most my n-ggas locked, ’cause they k!lled n-ggas (what else?)
i’m from long beach, where n-ggas get it crackin’ at (what else?)
g-ngb-ng, pimp hoes, and where they trappin’ at (uh!)
p-nice, i got my city on lockdown
i’m bringin’ long beach to the top now (yeah)
bad b-tches on my d-ck, they wanna f-ck a n-gga
you f-ckin’ with the snitches? you a sucka, n-gga (bow)
caught the n-gga slippin’, pullin’ in the [?] dairy [?]
popped the glock, sent his -ss to st. mary
’cause n-gga, i’m a real one
line any n-gga up, i don’t fear none
dope boy, quick to make a hot dollar
big dog in my hood, i’m a rottweiler

[chorus: p-nice & $tupid young]
n-gga, i’m from long beach
the city where the crips at
get a bird, then we flip that
n-gga, i’m from long beach
where we only say cuz
crip city, we ain’t got no bloods
n-gga, i’m from long beach
ridin’ down the ave-o (east side)
see a enemy, and smash on ’em
n-gga, i’m from long beach
i don’t f-ck with you b-tch n-ggas (ayy)
i don’t talk to no snitches, n-gga (ayy, look)
n-gga, i’m from long beach

[verse 2: $tupid young]
better understand, i’m from long beach
blue skies, grey clouds, and some palm trees (uh-huh)
bad b-tches in bikinis blowing bomb weed
i’m a soldier in my hood, it’s an army
on me, west coast, california bound
east side long beach, cambodia town (ayy)
b-tch, that’s from anaheim to pch
it’s the l-o-n-g b-e-a-c-h
uh, sitting in traffic seeing an amigo
bang on ’em, let go of that desert eagle (bang)
head to cal rec and f-ck with my two threes
a-gang, exotic family, and [?] soowees [?]
ask about me in the streets, i’m an east rep
home of snoop dogg and dpg, but we next
uh, that’s the city by the sea (sea)
so ask me where i’m from, i’ll tell you lbc, cuz

[chorus: p-nice]
n-gga, i’m from long beach
the city where the crips at
get a bird, then we flip that
n-gga, i’m from long beach
where we only say cuz
crip city, we ain’t got no bloods
n-gga, i’m from long beach
ridin’ down the ave-o (east side)
see a enemy, and smash on ’em
n-gga, i’m from long beach
i don’t f-ck with you b-tch n-ggas
i don’t talk to no snitches, n-gga
n-gga, i’m from long beach

[verse 3: zaire akeem]
east side and ridin’, and the p-ssenger will murk you
let ’em out the front of the car like steve urkel
street athlete in cut off sweats and turf shoes
get your -ss beat like kids who exceed curfew
playa, nothin’ but a game when i play y’all
play ball, shootin’ off [?] dwyane [?] like j.r
if you from long beach, n-gga, then stand up
east side, and raised off [?] tom b’s [?] and pam’s hut
and you ain’t gotta ask where none of my n-ggas from
’cause the lil’ homies throwin’ that up like bad lunch
i’m on 17th street with a pistol, n-gga
press telegrams, i’m good with that issue, n-gga
look, wild vet, 20 crip on the set
cuz need that, tell ’em to meet me at cal rec
’cause ain’t nothin’ worse than a scary n-gga
i been catchin’ fades since my days at the [?] dairy [?], n-gga

[chorus: p-nice]
n-gga, i’m from long beach
the city where the crips at
get a bird, then we flip that
n-gga, i’m from long beach
where we only say cuz
crip city, we ain’t got no bloods
n-gga-

[intermission: p-nice]
hold on, cuz
i’m the face of the new beach
yeah, it’s the president
but i gotta pay homage to my ogs
tray deee

[verse 4: big tray deee]
first one on the battlefield, and i sag khaki still
long beach legend, i’m why bangers still active here
top of the totem pole, show you how it’s ‘sposed to go
pockets stay on overload, smoke until i overdose
all the lil’ homies know, status is the general
blue carpet laid every door a n-gga enter through
used to see a criminal smashin’ in the g-ride
doing dirt, put in work all across the east side
hitters, they the deepest gang
we let them heaters flame
babies, youngs, [?] each is name [?]
that the long beach insane
this where we bangin’ at, we in them raider hats
f-ck around and lay ya flat, every n-gga stay wit’ dat
40 cal, desert eagle, magnum or the choppa
deuce-fives and .38s is for the baby mommas
you lookin’ for that drama? hit the city by the water
and we don’t do no talkin’, chuck a set and get to sparkin’

- p nice lyrics

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