N.Sane Ready - Susanville (Suzie's House)

Yeah, I'm tryna figure with my real dawg
Y'all can have these other niggas, bring back
Hendog
Took the police on the high speed with Spin dawg
A white boy runnin' with niggas in the pen dawg
Shit, some of you niggas couldn't fathom that
We was up in Susanville drinkin' cadillacs
Send me way up there where Chris Battle was at
I was one the yard with Fat Daddy, a matter of fact
I seen Nutty on the yard, we was real cool
I done hit the three yard, now I'm level two
I met a nigga from Trees named Studderbox
I met a nigga from Stockton named E-Roc
Rest in peace MGC named Crayzo
He was gangster as fuck, he didn't play though My lil' road dawg Dirt, he was from family
He knew niggas on the yard, man, really couldn't stand me
Niggas knockin' niggas out, I ain't playin' games
The whole yard knew a nigga named N.Sane What the fuck is you sayin'?
This is Mob Gang
Shoutout to Young Loc, man, for East Lane
I met a Samoan from Compton, he from Park Village
Say what's up to nigga Bone, that was my nigga
I met a nigga from the Country, call him White Folks
Had me stuck up in them Ville with them white folks
This is way back then, in 95
A young nigga puttin' his work in for Seaside
This is way back then, in 95
A young nigga puttin' his work in for Seaside

I'm from the Ocean, bitch, real west coastin it
Havin motion, bitch, y'all gonna wanna to toast to this
I'm on my Sosa shit, y'all ain't even close to this
I drop my album and y'all ain't even posted it

I'm from the Ocean, bitch, real west coastin it
Havin motion, bitch, y'all gonna wanna toast to this
I'm on my Sosa shit, y'all ain't even close to this
I drop my album and y'all ain't even posted it

Written by:
Frank James

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