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Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Noid, I got the big boy joint |
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Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Boy, Lench Mob is on point |
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[Chorus #2: Ice Cube] |
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I got to warn ya, this is California |
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Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back) |
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South Central couldn't hold his potential |
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Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle) |
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W.C. is like the fundamentals |
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In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked |
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(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot |
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Niggaz think they hot but no they not (No) |
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[W.C.] |
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Westside, the city where we ride |
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The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky |
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Off that Al Green, sippin' a O.E. |
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Who that G from the L to the E to the N-c-H, M-O to the B? |
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Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc |
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It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole |
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Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem |
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Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom |
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Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed |
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The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed nigga |
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Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims |
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Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low |
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Cause erasin' me out the strip loc |
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Is like Ray J and Whitney, that shit's a joke |
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Who made it safe for y'all to Walk and took it back? |
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Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch what you lookin' at? |
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[Chorus #1: Ice Cube] |
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I got to warn ya, this is California |
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Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back) |
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South Central couldn't hold his potential |
|
Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle) |
|
W.C. is like the fundamentals |
|
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked |
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(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot |
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Niggaz think they hot but no they not (No) |
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[Chorus #2: W.C.] |
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Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Noid, I got the big boy joint |
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Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Boy, Lench Mob is on point |
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[W.C.] |
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Packin' the heat, now back in these streets |
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Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest |
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Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants |
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On all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz |
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W.C. baby, I got it locked down |
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Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down |
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Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound |
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Got the rag '57 with the top down - follow me |
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Alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside |
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Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken |
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With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me |
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In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory |
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[Chorus: Ice Cube] |
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I got to warn ya, this is California |
|
Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back) |
|
South Central couldn't hold his potential |
|
Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle) |
|
W.C. is like the fundamentals |
|
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked |
|
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot |
|
Niggaz think they hot but no they not (No) |
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[W.C.] |
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Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it |
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Grip the tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it |
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And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it |
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Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it |
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It's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big Brougham |
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It's been a while but nigga not that long |
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Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons |
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Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances |
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From the t-shirts and Starter caps |
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Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at |
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Yeah I said it and ain't afraid to say it |
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I'm from where the sun sit, bitin' my tongue for shit |
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You know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin' |
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The place that got these out of town niggaz Bloodin' and Crippin' |
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The place where we gun slang |
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The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game |
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[Chorus #1: Ice Cube] |
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I got to warn ya, this is California |
|
Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back) |
|
South Central couldn't hold his potential |
|
Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle) |
|
W.C. is like the fundamentals |
|
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked |
|
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot |
|
Niggaz think they hot but no they not (No) |
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[Chorus #2: W.C.] |
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Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Noid, I got the big boy joint |
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Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid |
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Boy, Lench Mob is on point... |
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Lench Mob is on point... |
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Lench Mob is on point |
