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been a thug - the boyboy west coast lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death

[chorus: 2pac]
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death
i was a thug ever since my mama gave me breath
born in the gutter, facin’ life or death

[verse 1: sleepy malo]
i wear my [?] same color as sinatra’s eyes
if i don’t take [?]
turned my back on life, now i’m facin’ death
magic mirror on the wall, mandela effect
my body is here, but my spirit is not
i can see my doppelganger on the floor, they shot
it’s like i live in [?], where my momma raised me
used to raise the rap game, now it doesn’t amaze me
f-ck with big time, what a beast
they how they make it seem i got smaller dreams
it used to be west side for life, no lie
now ain’t no california love for 80805
i got the boy west coast and enemy beside me
if 2pac was alive, makaveli would sign me
i was a g so my daddy shout me out to [?]
and i believe that’s the only time i never shout back

[verse 2: the boyboy west coast]
i be posted on the block, all day g
i be posted with my glock on safety
i be posted in the hood, can you feel me?
everybody lookin’ at me like i’m guilty
everyday, catchin’ [?], leavin’ fools in their backs
the boyboys are down to smash, [?] no questions asked
’bout to bring it back like i’m banging on wax
so if you ain’t where i’m from, i suggest you relax
in santa barbara, california, the sky’s [?]
many men wanna get me, tell me somethin’ i don’t know
the homies ‘post to beef, so just call me solo
midnight, we creep, creep, nights off, on the low, low
get it crackin’, right, we’re smashin’, and we bangin’ for keeps
[?] any seven days of the week
p-ss-es at the floor when we’re flashin’ [?]
yeah, i’m a mommas boy, but she know’s i’m a g

[verse 3: enemy]
surrounded by gang signs, everything street fights
[?] rap back in them g-rides
riding on fumes, gas tank on the e-side
on the other side, [?]
[?], socks to the knee high
could’ve been [?] and wishin’ they all died
reppin’ non-stop, f-ck doin’ a drive by
your homies jump out, like they f-cked with a bee hive
beating on fools, like a set of drums
9 out of 10 motherf-ckers run
then they buy a gun cause we proved they’re a b-tch
enemies get together, cause alone, they ain’t sh-t
hold it down, up for one, cause the cold is real
you wanna know where i’m from up in murderville
[?] be the gang and you can check the map
it’s a town that can make you take a permanent map

- the boyboy west coast lyrics

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