The Return Lyrics - Gmb [deluxe Edition] - Pac Div

It's the return to the city of the angels and demons 

Where the party's still popping while the neighbors is sleeping 

Police helicopters flying over our heads 

I don't know what happened but I hope that nobody's dead 

You know that shit don't stop so now it's back to the basics 

Living above the law, that's some classic LA shit 

And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit 

Been on a hiatus, now we back to our greatness 

Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt 

Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc' 

Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks 

And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck 

I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement 

Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation 

Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation 

I tell him get with this pick up or she?? 

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Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga 

She said you's a broke ass nigga 

And girls just wanna have fun 

Ride around, top down in the sun 

She want a nigga that can 

Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something 

She need a nigga that can 

Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something 

Yea, yea 

K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down 

She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now 

Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now 

And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds 

You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow 

I did though, don't act like you never fucked with no big ho 

We from that big coast where the 6 4's hop 

And where the guns might bust, and where there's none like us 

House parties cracking 'til the sun light's up 

Name another trio with a buzz like us 

Name another trio who can bust like us 

Who get love like us, but there's none I trust 

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Say rest in peace to the homie Chick Hearn 

Floss too much and you bound to get served 

Talk reckless and it's bound to get heard 

Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs 

Don't think it's just the birds 

Surfing and sunshine 

Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly 

Cutthroat, cut ties 

That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white 

Pack heats and 

Niggas after cash like it's always tax season 

Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage 

Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend 

Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it 

Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating 

Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin' 

Yea, that's the city that I'mma never leaving 

We get high