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(Who shot ya?)
West coast, motherfuckers
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As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live, motherfuckers
'95, motherfuckers
Get money, motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live, motherfuckers
'95, motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
('95, motherfuckers)