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Vince Staples - Norf Norf

Norf Norf
Vince Staples
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[Verse 1:]
Bitch, you thirsty, please, grab a Sprite,
My Crips lurkin', don't die tonight,
I just want to dance wit' you, baby,
Just don't move too fast, I'm too crazy.
Man down, Downey Ave and get shaded,
Take a nigga mind off that,
We can dip, fuck in the whip, slide right back,
In the function, one wrong word, start bustin'.
Put that on my Yankee hat:
I'm a gangsta Crip, fuck gangsta rap!
Where the ladies at? Where the hoes? Where the bitches?
Every real nigga know the difference,
Bandana brown like the dope daddy shootin' in the kitchen,
Real Norfside nigga, never went to Poly, Wilson or Cabrillo,
Cocaine color of a creole,
T-scrap movin' for the d-low, what he know?

[Chorus:]
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
From the city where the skinny carry strong heat,
Norfside, Long Beach, Norfside, Long Beach.

[Verse 2:]
Hit the corner, make a dollar flip,
And split the dollars wit' my mama children.
Folks need Porsches, hoes need abortions,
I just need y'all out of my business.
Never no problem, playin' no bitches,
Never no problem, sprayin' no witnesses,
No face, no case, been wit' the shit,
Hopped out broad day then emptied clips.
Cut class ‘cause it wasn't 'bout cash,
School wasn't no fun, couldn't bring my gun,
Know when change gon' come like Obama would say,
But they shootin' everyday 'round my mama and them way,
So we put a AK where Kiana and them stay,
And that's for any nigga say he got a problem wit' me.
How I'm Crippin' where I'm livin', come and follow me,
Pistol poppin', Poppy Street.

[Chorus:]
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
From the city where the skinny carry strong heat,
Norfside, Long Beach, Norfside, Long Beach.

[Verse 3:]
Nate Dogg still here ‘cause of niggas like me,
Police still scared ‘cause of niggas like me,
In the hood like a dollar sweet tea or a Louis Burger,
You ain't wit' the business, nigga,
Who you murdered? You ain't heard of Coldchain?
Best thang, smokin' out the city.
Ridin' 'round wit' the same shotgun that shot Ricky,
Lil' nigga shoulda zig-zagged, then he got his back wet,
Naughty runnin' Norfside, niggas better fact-check,
Frontin' wit' the gun talk, I ain't heard a clap yet,
All my niggas from street, they a nigga best yes.
'Cept for Little Halftime, Brody bangin' five blocks,
Sorry, I hit your homie five times, better grab chalk,
Did it, got away with it out the Civic,
We crippin', Long Beach City, pay a visit.
Park Ramona, pop blocked a corner,
Givin' hell till it's frozen over, I ain't never ran from nothing.

[Chorus:]
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
I ain't never ran from nothing but the police,
From the city where the skinny carry strong heat,
Norfside, Long Beach, Norfside, Long Beach.

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