conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Always Into Something (L.A. Leakers Remix) with the following description: 
  The DPG OG Kurupt hops together with the youngster Casey Veggies on the remix.
  This will probably appear on the #2015DRAFTPICKS mixtape, which will be released by the LA Leakers on the January 22nd.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
  100 miles and runnin'
  Always into something
  Yelling fuck the police
  Like I’m straight up out of Compton
  Real niggas don’t die
  Appetite for destruction
  Just a nigga with an attitude
  Always into something
  [Verse 1: Kurupt]
  Stampede  on stomp, mash smash out
  Cashing and taking motherfucking cash out
  Hit double time switches pushing glass house
  See the bitch like the garbage, take the trash out
  [?] dear mama , here I come, Osama
  [?] Big Snoop, [?]
  Casey with the suit cases filled with llamas
  In the car banging like a house party
  Blowing out the speakers with the L.A. Leakers
  Get fat burgers just to get a meal
  And if a nigga trip I'mma shoot to kill
  Ice cubes in my drank, I kill at will
  Wish a nigga would cause a nigga will
  Jump off with the sickle cell nickels?
  Spray off  always into something dumpin', looking for a nigga
  Now I got 'em [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
  [Verse 2: Stalley]
  Still got impalas on eights, coupe riding with case
  Smoke a blunt with Kurupt, lettin' the chevy move bass
  Got the two on the waist, Jordan eights on the pedal
  Ridin' down the  [?], showin' love to the ghetto
  Niggas thought i was west cause I'm on the [?] with nigga
  On the town front 'em swap meet with the Compton Crips
  I get love out there from the hills to the strip
  But I'm a mid-west nigga, don't mistake that ish
  I'm authentic to my pearly whites, never bite and shit
  So all that heckling and loose talk, get tightened quick
  I'm from the bloodline of hustlers, bow tie and pricks
  Gentleman services, million dollar fence
  Rottweilers and pits, loud bops on the corner
  Every nigga did juvie before they get the diploma
  Stay runnin' from cops cause they now they pop on us
  Most of mothers are single and most of fathers are stoners
  And we coming from nothing, so we
  [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
  [Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
  Ridin round, round we go , I get around
  Tryna make a dollar outta a dime right now
  The illest youngin'  outta LA in a minute
  Working down the 4, come home, I give it the business
  If I give a fuck about a chick I be broke
  Kurupt in the studio off them  moon rocks we smoke
  Cops pull me over, they want my license revoked
  I pull up in that Bimmer, give the young niggas hope
  California weather, I swear it's so amazing
  In my own city it feel like a vacation
  Real west side, nigga, and I hate waiting
  All we know is hustling,  gettin to the paper
  They show me love every time I come around
  I'm always into something, need to slow it down
  I'm gettin' older now, man, I'm really growing now
  Man in my city like the mayor how I roll around [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]