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And then he's gonna like, mm, mm. Mm, Two-twenty, get dressed up, jump on the boat. Let's mm, mm, fuck with my locs. Mm, Breakin' the bread. Two-twenty on the boat, here's a toast to my Folks. It's a holiday cred, I'ma fuck with my Locs. Get dressed so fresh, big S on my Chest. Now I'm finna work, yellow Stilla shirt. 501's with the Stacy Adams chips. Picture a womb from the Long Beach 20 Crips. Doin' this, who in this? You in this? We in this bitch. Wish the dead homeboys was seein' this shit. Neither, none the best, twenty minutes or less. It's a C-Walk contest, who do it the best? Right to set with your feet, skip along to The beat. Represent your shit and bang out your Streets. For real, dawg, king of the hill, Dawg. Run up on a nigga, you'll get popped Like a pill, y'all. See, I'm a Dub, Motherfucker, and all y'all know. So if you with it, let's get it, four, Three, two, oh, come on. Yeah, rollin'. Long Beach, yeah. Two-O for life. Yeah, nigga, we rollin'. Say that. Yeah, roll deep. Nigga, we rollin'. Say that. Yeah. Locust motherfuckers, check it out. I got my dude Dirty Locs, you better leave Them Dubs alone. Popped up on the block, crack A CC down home. Fifteens rumbling, carving up the concrete. I go back like G-Man, N-S-A-double-G. Doggy Dogg chewed that nigga up a long time Ago and said, "We gotta do this for the Big Two-O." Yeah, now let's slap some dominoes and Crack some bitches, cuz. Catch me yelling out, "What? Trick, I am the Dub." It's a good day, nigga, what a good day. Where the homie Wack ass? Hit him and tell Him let's parlay. Never out of tune with the Homies, I keep the line open. Meditating, contemplating the way we ride on 'em. Big Beefy always told me keep my crippin' tight. This one's going out to Ghost, cuz, 20 Crip For life. Never ever will I switch up, my colors black And gold. All the homies throw your Dubs up. Yeah, rollin'. Long Beach, yeah. Two-O for Life. Yeah, nigga, we rollin'. Say that. Yeah, roll deep. Say that. Roll deep, roll deep, roll deep. I'm shooting like I just started. But I'ma walk up in this motherfucker cold-hearted. I know you niggas don't see me as much As you like. 'Cause I'm out getting money when I'm rocking the mic. I'm a long way from Locust Ave, my Locs Have. Been there with me through the good and Bad. Now look, let me reminisce and twist a Fucking blunt to spark. I got put on, '84 at King Park. Shooting hoops with Charlie Mo and Rock Bottom. With the Bumblebees, real Eastside G's. Then go to Cal Rag and ball out for Eddie black ass. And wait for all the bitches At Poly to get out of class. I'm popping at 'em from a distant, but I'm Persistent. This some 20 Crip shit. See, I'm a Dub, motherfucker, and all y'all know. So if you with it, let's get it, four, Three, two, oh, come on. Yeah, rollin'. Long Beach, yeah. Two-O for life. Yeah, nigga, we rollin'. Say that. Yeah, roll deep. Say that. Roll deep, roll Deep, roll deep. What up, cuh? Happy Two-Twenty Day to you, my nigga. Yeah, cuh. I'm just sitting out here, my nigga, you know I'm saying? Drinking on this Miller Genuine Draft. Feeling real good, you know what I'm saying? It's hood day today, cuh. Yeah, what y'all gonna do, cuh? Shit, My nigga. Shit, the homies getting together, cuh. We gonna fuck with the homies two times then. Alright, I'll be dressed in about twenty minutes Then, cuh. Let me know the location. Ride, ride. Rollin', rollin'. In a minute, Yeah. We rollin'. We rollin'. We Rollin'.