| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Brian Bailey & Dr. Dre & Royal Rosheam Harbor & R. Harbor & Marquis Holder & Mar |
| [00:00.43] | Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this mother****er |
| [00:04.00] | (West West y'all) |
| [00:04.98] | Yeah, L.A. niggaz |
| [00:07.77] | L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga |
| [00:09.35] | Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:12.10] | Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:14.06] | But this shit come all the way back around here |
| [00:15.94] | My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass |
| [00:19.43] | Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize |
| [00:21.43] | L.A. niggaz, connected all over the mother****in world, nigga |
| [00:24.87] | Recognize this |
| [00:26.61] | Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag |
| [00:29.18] | Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag |
| [00:31.58] | G'd from the feet up |
| [00:33.14] | Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up |
| [00:35.88] | Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up) |
| [00:39.08] | At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up |
| [00:41.46] | Ditchin my class, just to **** yo' school up |
| [00:44.25] | You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up |
| [00:46.99] | But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you |
| [00:49.76] | Now there's another mother****er with no future |
| [00:52.31] | But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba |
| [00:56.13] | |
| [00:57.92] | I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon |
| [01:00.99] | Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner |
| [01:03.50] | Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch |
| [01:06.14] | From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha |
| [01:09.94] | Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks |
| [01:13.02] | and Hittman bought a fix |
| [01:14.72] | Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch |
| [01:17.52] | |
| [01:19.68] | Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic |
| [01:23.23] | Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it |
| [01:25.75] | From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up |
| [01:28.84] | The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? |
| [01:31.55] | We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat |
| [01:35.63] | Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.! |
| [01:42.37] | It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops |
| [01:46.74] | Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.! |
| [01:52.00] | Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move |
| [01:55.92] | They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do |
| [01:59.12] | cock me back |
| [02:00.18] | Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax |
| [02:02.69] | who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true |
| [02:05.17] | But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you |
| [02:07.94] | Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) |
| [02:10.56] | Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K. |
| [02:14.36] | Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang |
| [02:16.98] | I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's |
| [02:19.82] | My pants hang below my waistline |
| [02:22.21] | I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) |
| [02:24.34] | I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline |
| [02:26.51] | don't waste my time |
| [02:27.74] | **** a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's |
| [02:30.42] | One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches |
| [02:33.25] | Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches |
| [02:35.67] | I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF' |
| [02:38.50] | Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood |
| [02:41.06] | Slugs for the **** of it |
| [02:42.82] | Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick |
| [02:45.45] | If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor |
| [02:49.16] | Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore |
| [02:51.65] | It's AvireX-to-the-Z |
| [02:53.41] | ****in with me might get you banned from TV, |
| [02:56.19] | cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time |
| [03:00.35] | Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie |
| [03:02.58] | What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health |
| [03:05.37] | like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself |
| [03:08.03] | Five in the mornin, burglars at my do' |
| [03:11.04] | Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer |
| [03:13.44] | Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll |
| [03:16.34] | Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' |
| [03:19.16] | and bruise by the case |
| [03:20.85] | SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced |
| [03:24.48] | Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings |
| [03:26.98] | Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings |
| [03:30.30] | Chorus |
| [03:37.22] | In L.A. |
| [04:06.87] | That's how we ride (4X) |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Brian Bailey Dr. Dre Royal Rosheam Harbor R. Harbor Marquis Holder Mar |
| [00:00.43] | Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this mother er |
| [00:04.00] | West West y' all |
| [00:04.98] | Yeah, L. A. niggaz |
| [00:07.77] | L. A. niggaz rule the world nigga |
| [00:09.35] | Y' all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:12.10] | Niggaz don' t wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:14.06] | But this shit come all the way back around here |
| [00:15.94] | My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y' all bitchass |
| [00:19.43] | Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize |
| [00:21.43] | L. A. niggaz, connected all over the mother in world, nigga |
| [00:24.87] | Recognize this |
| [00:26.61] | Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag |
| [00:29.18] | Backpack full of cans plus a fourfour mag |
| [00:31.58] | G' d from the feet up |
| [00:33.14] | Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up |
| [00:35.88] | Loc' n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up |
| [00:39.08] | At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up |
| [00:41.46] | Ditchin my class, just to yo' school up |
| [00:44.25] | You don' t wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up |
| [00:46.99] | But don' t sleep, y' all niggaz quick to shoot you |
| [00:49.76] | Now there' s another mother er with no future |
| [00:52.31] | But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba |
| [00:56.13] | |
| [00:57.92] | I' m comin " Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon |
| [01:00.99] | Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner |
| [01:03.50] | Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch |
| [01:06.14] | From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha |
| [01:09.94] | Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks |
| [01:13.02] | and Hittman bought a fix |
| [01:14.72] | Don' t trip, it' s a Time Bomb in this bitch |
| [01:17.52] | |
| [01:19.68] | Wait a minute it' s on, I tell it like a true mackadelic |
| [01:23.23] | Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it |
| [01:25.75] | From sundown to sunup clown done run up |
| [01:28.84] | The Aftermath' ll be two in your gut, nigga what? |
| [01:31.55] | We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat |
| [01:35.63] | Requirements for survival each day in L. A.! |
| [01:42.37] | It don' t stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops |
| [01:46.74] | Analyze why we act this way in L. A.! |
| [01:52.00] | Gimme that mic fool, it' s a West coast jack move |
| [01:55.92] | They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do |
| [01:59.12] | cock me back |
| [02:00.18] | Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax |
| [02:02.69] | who used to wear Air Max shoes, that' s true |
| [02:05.17] | But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you |
| [02:07.94] | Blast you, for that set you claim where you from? |
| [02:10.56] | Mash on you for your turkish chain, C. K. B. K. |
| [02:14.36] | Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang |
| [02:16.98] | I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane' s |
| [02:19.82] | My pants hang below my waistline |
| [02:22.21] | I look humble wanna rumble? yeah yeah |
| [02:24.34] | I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline |
| [02:26.51] | don' t waste my time |
| [02:27.74] | a scrap in killa Cali, AK' s and 9' s |
| [02:30.42] | Onetime' s, sunshines, and fineass bitches |
| [02:33.25] | Hawaiian thai, driveby, sixfo' s on switches |
| [02:35.67] | I was raised in the hood called WHATTHEDIF' |
| [02:38.50] | Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood |
| [02:41.06] | Slugs for the of it |
| [02:42.82] | Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick |
| [02:45.45] | If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor |
| [02:49.16] | Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore |
| [02:51.65] | It' s AvireXtotheZ |
| [02:53.41] | in with me might get you banned from TV, |
| [02:56.19] | cassette and CD it' s all mine the whole nine the right time |
| [03:00.35] | Multiply, we don' t die, the streets don' t lie |
| [03:02.58] | What, so neither do I, I' m bad for your health |
| [03:05.37] | like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself |
| [03:08.03] | Five in the mornin, burglars at my do' |
| [03:11.04] | Glock fortyfive in my dresser drawer |
| [03:13.44] | Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll |
| [03:16.34] | Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' |
| [03:19.16] | and bruise by the case |
| [03:20.85] | SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced |
| [03:24.48] | Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings |
| [03:26.98] | Haters fold the style, but can' t find no openings |
| [03:30.30] | Chorus |
| [03:37.22] | In L. A. |
| [04:06.87] | That' s how we ride 4X |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Brian Bailey Dr. Dre Royal Rosheam Harbor R. Harbor Marquis Holder Mar |
| [00:00.43] | Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this mother er |
| [00:04.00] | West West y' all |
| [00:04.98] | Yeah, L. A. niggaz |
| [00:07.77] | L. A. niggaz rule the world nigga |
| [00:09.35] | Y' all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:12.10] | Niggaz don' t wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? |
| [00:14.06] | But this shit come all the way back around here |
| [00:15.94] | My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y' all bitchass |
| [00:19.43] | Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize |
| [00:21.43] | L. A. niggaz, connected all over the mother in world, nigga |
| [00:24.87] | Recognize this |
| [00:26.61] | Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag |
| [00:29.18] | Backpack full of cans plus a fourfour mag |
| [00:31.58] | G' d from the feet up |
| [00:33.14] | Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up |
| [00:35.88] | Loc' n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up |
| [00:39.08] | At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up |
| [00:41.46] | Ditchin my class, just to yo' school up |
| [00:44.25] | You don' t wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up |
| [00:46.99] | But don' t sleep, y' all niggaz quick to shoot you |
| [00:49.76] | Now there' s another mother er with no future |
| [00:52.31] | But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba |
| [00:56.13] | |
| [00:57.92] | I' m comin " Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon |
| [01:00.99] | Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner |
| [01:03.50] | Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch |
| [01:06.14] | From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha |
| [01:09.94] | Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks |
| [01:13.02] | and Hittman bought a fix |
| [01:14.72] | Don' t trip, it' s a Time Bomb in this bitch |
| [01:17.52] | |
| [01:19.68] | Wait a minute it' s on, I tell it like a true mackadelic |
| [01:23.23] | Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it |
| [01:25.75] | From sundown to sunup clown done run up |
| [01:28.84] | The Aftermath' ll be two in your gut, nigga what? |
| [01:31.55] | We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat |
| [01:35.63] | Requirements for survival each day in L. A.! |
| [01:42.37] | It don' t stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops |
| [01:46.74] | Analyze why we act this way in L. A.! |
| [01:52.00] | Gimme that mic fool, it' s a West coast jack move |
| [01:55.92] | They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do |
| [01:59.12] | cock me back |
| [02:00.18] | Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax |
| [02:02.69] | who used to wear Air Max shoes, that' s true |
| [02:05.17] | But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you |
| [02:07.94] | Blast you, for that set you claim where you from? |
| [02:10.56] | Mash on you for your turkish chain, C. K. B. K. |
| [02:14.36] | Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang |
| [02:16.98] | I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane' s |
| [02:19.82] | My pants hang below my waistline |
| [02:22.21] | I look humble wanna rumble? yeah yeah |
| [02:24.34] | I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline |
| [02:26.51] | don' t waste my time |
| [02:27.74] | a scrap in killa Cali, AK' s and 9' s |
| [02:30.42] | Onetime' s, sunshines, and fineass bitches |
| [02:33.25] | Hawaiian thai, driveby, sixfo' s on switches |
| [02:35.67] | I was raised in the hood called WHATTHEDIF' |
| [02:38.50] | Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood |
| [02:41.06] | Slugs for the of it |
| [02:42.82] | Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick |
| [02:45.45] | If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor |
| [02:49.16] | Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore |
| [02:51.65] | It' s AvireXtotheZ |
| [02:53.41] | in with me might get you banned from TV, |
| [02:56.19] | cassette and CD it' s all mine the whole nine the right time |
| [03:00.35] | Multiply, we don' t die, the streets don' t lie |
| [03:02.58] | What, so neither do I, I' m bad for your health |
| [03:05.37] | like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself |
| [03:08.03] | Five in the mornin, burglars at my do' |
| [03:11.04] | Glock fortyfive in my dresser drawer |
| [03:13.44] | Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll |
| [03:16.34] | Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' |
| [03:19.16] | and bruise by the case |
| [03:20.85] | SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced |
| [03:24.48] | Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings |
| [03:26.98] | Haters fold the style, but can' t find no openings |
| [03:30.30] | Chorus |
| [03:37.22] | In L. A. |
| [04:06.87] | That' s how we ride 4X |
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