Some L.A. Niggaz feat. Hittman,Ms. Roq,Knoc-Turn'al,Time Bomb,Koka Kambon,Defari,MC Ren,Xzibit

歌詞

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggas L.A. niggas rule the world nigga Y'all niggas gotta recognize, you know what I'm saying? Niggas don't wanna peep game, you know what I'm saying? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, dropping heat box on y'all bitch-ass you know what I'm saying? You gotta recognize L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga Recognize this; peep game Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd up from the feet up Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up Loc'n, smoking and drinking 'til we threw up (until we threw up) At Leimert Park, tagging, hitting fools up Ditching my class, just to fuck your school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck your tool up But don't sleep, young niggas quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But time bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba Got 'em jumping Disciples to the Hoover I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock with you Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting with Tha Liks And Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it From sundown to sunup, clown and run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Gimme that mic fool, it's a west-coast jack move They call me Hitt 'cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my Macz Crew, at Fairfax Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K Blue'd up or flame, I ran with a gang I helped niggas get jacked for their Dana Danes My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline Don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killer Cali, AKs and 9s One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fours on switches I was raised in the hood called "What the dif" Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hating on us can suck a dick If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor Better than yours, driving away getting head from a whore It's AvireX-to-the-Z Fucking with me might get you banned from TV Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health Like putting a pistol up to your face and blasting yourself Five in the morning, burglars at my door Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer Let 'em come in BOW, he see the thunder roll Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the four And brews by the case Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings with sedans and gold rings Haters scope the style, but can't find no openings We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! In L.A That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride