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213 : Lil' Girl lyrics

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213 lyrics : "Lil' Girl"

[Nate Dogg]
Lil' girl from the ghetto
Ran away from home

She ran away from home (Nananana)
Tried to be a $#&@ing woman
Acting way too grown (Tooo grown, whoa whoa)

Then she ran across the border
Homie, 24-inch chromes (24-inch chromes nananana)
Now she walking down the track, stripping

With them brand new high heels on (Hahaha good God)

[Warren G]

She too young for me so I passed her to the next dude
Got hood fame, what a shame what X' do
Hang with a crew that love getting revenue

With a description of 1972
Now who's the mack in the 'Lac leaning to the side
24s gleaming, sitting up high?

Ride and won't die but you young (*##$
Spit words so fly, get you sprung, (*##$
Young Slick, his name, chasing Don Juan fame

Trying to replace him with modern day game (We don't hate)
Then shoot if you mess with his prostitute
And what I hear, he got a lot to shoot

Now what if dude get your crew Slick got one too?
Don't let the pimpin' fool you, he got hot ones too
Blew his brains out, now he catching chain out to Chino's

Slick got caught up $#&@ing with a young dogg

[Snoop Dogg]

My ^!$$% Slick was a gangbang mother$#&@ing lunatic
^!$$% out to get a grip, sworn in to do this %#@!
^!$$% only do this %#@! and make this %#@! official

A little bitty ^!$$% quick to hit you with the pistol
Ain't no mother$#&@ers squabbin' me, and that's on 20s
Plenty ^!$$%z felt the wrath of his deuce-deuce gun blast

Ask Cuz on the corner with the bullet holes his chest blast
Dumb-dumb don't want come test
Cuz he'll lay you to rest, tattooed with a set on his neck

Demanding respect, Crip or die, is how he ride
Long Beach, East Side roll in two times
Every ^!$$% on the yard know Cuz' rep

A straight gangsta for life, and I love that
It's not just a job, fool it's a lifestyle
And when you're slipping, woo-wam-lights-out


[Nate Dogg]
Lil' boy from the ghetto

You're greased up khaki's on (Nananana)
Used to be a ball player, homie
What the $#&@ went wrong? (Whoa whoa)

Used to see him on the corner daily
Hand up on his throne (Ahh yeah nananana)
Tried to knock him off a bank recently

25 to life, so long, he gone

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