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Small Town featuring Mac Lee & PSD
N2DEEP
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Yeah dawg, Mac motherfuckin' Lee
Representin' that crew thang
Got N2DEEP and my boy Stevie D
Let 'em know about the small town, you know how
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
Growing up in the V town, where it's way too small
One time jacking for nothing at all
Assuming every brother bought coke
Classify you as a gang when you hang with the folks in the small town
It's getting way too sick
Everybody and their grandmama in your mix
They got BS's, straight giving up the game
Fools doing time like it ain't no thing
Young players with dreams to be wealthy
A dope fiend's a nothing healthy
Two size folk in a four-size feud
Nine-stop business, a drive-by shoot
Everybody playing for the thing called peace
Except the killers, dope dealers, players, and police
They want cash, the root of all wickedness
Small towns get straight getting sick with it
Size ain't shit, so it's been told
You ask how a small town could be that cold
It's just life, plain and simple
Never underestimate the little neighborhoods
Caught in the middle like mine
Are full of young brothers strapped with .9s
Selling dimes and dubs, ounces and keys
Little girls in the skis with the fatal disease
It's like that, and that's a fact
Folks smoke crack with no hope for get back
The itty-bitty cities in the Bay will play a state
Northern Californ-I-A
Day-to-day grinding
On the rise and the fizz out
The whiz under fizz eye
Some die 'cause in the game, it's all about give and take
Game from the gate, little bank take big bank
Some go down in narcotics sales
Others buy brothers saying, "Break yourself"
I hear fools rapping about black pride
When all I ever see is black homicide in a small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
Now it's dope and bass, crack and blow
So don't trust a motherfucker, man, all that hope
'Cause Valley Joe is letting they nuts hang low
That's why I grind my nickel-plated before I go
'Cause yo, that's how you got to come through
And if you got some extra clips, don't trip, let them come too
'Cause ain't no room for slipping
Just Tanqueray sipping, flipping your grip in
Dipping through Valley Joe
94590 Cali hoe
It's my residential
So when you're fully equipped, take a trip through the Central
'Cause that's where I stay at
Where I pray that I get to live another day at
'Cause that's on the real
Player JT putting y'all up on the deal with a small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
Now I'm thinking that the white man's doing me
'Cause he left me with the streets, and they've ruined me
But as a player, I must recover
And I'm smoking on the Doja to get me over
And even though it's killing all my brain, something terrible
I need Dank 'cause this pain is unbearable
I show no love for the chief, for the small town streets
All this envy is giving me the creeps
Jealousy and bigotry, I'm trying to grip on things
But the rain in the game makes it slippery
I see a lot of homies gone
Looking suit, goop, troops, straight stone
It's that life, I guess you learn as you live
Life offers much, but life never gives
But I don't have time for that ill pay
Young Stevie D's trying to have it in a real way
And my folks want me broke, they all down
'Cause it's the crew thang coming from the womb of the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
You better come fill your chest with some zest from the West
'Cause we blessed with the best
Never stress when you smoking with the Dankster Man
'Cause I grow my own in the California sunshine
Making it strong
Six-foot bong hits, we take them to the dome
And I think I'll call Cito on my Nobel phone
'Cause you know how we do it every day in the West
Wake up at 11, put our lungs to the test
Impressed? Nah, but you don't feel me though
Same fool still from a little city, bro
The V-Town, where the caps get peeled
That's why my homie Tone moved to Vacaville
To just chill with some dank to get his mind on
And if he has to get his little grind on
But I'ma kick and live day to day
Burning J's in the city by the Bay, yeah
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town
(The small town, the small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting (small town)
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder (small town)
In the small town, everybody knows you're hitting
But hit the block without me checking out my shoulder
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