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Yeah, nigga

MC Ren up in this motherfucker

West, West y'all



Yeah, LA niggaz, LA niggaz rule the world, nigga

Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Niggaz don't wanna peep game, ya know what I'm sayin'?

But this shit come all the way back around here



My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass

Ya know what I'm sayin'? You gotta recognize

LA niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga

Recognize this



Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag

Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

G'd from the feet up

Blued up from the sewer's, how I grew up



Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we threw up, threw up

At Leimert park, taggin', hittin' fools up

Ditchin' my class, just to fuck yo' school up

You don't wanna blast, nigga, tuck yo' tool up



But don't sleep, y'all niggaz 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 jumpin' [Incomprehensible]



I'm comin' 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 witcha



Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit 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 done 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 LA

It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

Analyze why we act this way in LA



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 max crew at Fairfax



Who used to wear air max shoes, that's true

But I grew up where niggaz, 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



Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang

I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's

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 killa Cali, AK's and 9's

One-time's, sunshines and fine-ass bitches

Hawaiian, Thai, drive-by, six-fo's 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 hatin' on us can suck a dick



If I catch you touchin' mine, you catch a flat line, dead on the floor

Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore

It's Avirex to the Z

Fuckin' 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 puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself



Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'

Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer

Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder roll

Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'



And bruise by the case

Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced

Likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings

Haters fold the style but can't find no openings



We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat

Requirements for survival each day in LA

It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

Analyze why we act this way in LA

In LA



That's how we ride

That's how we ride, ho

That's how we ride, yeah

That's how we ride

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