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Some L.A. *****z - Dr.Dre
Yeah *****, MC Ren up in this ************
West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. *****z
L.A. *****z rule the world *****
Y'all *****z gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
*****z don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this **** come all the way back around here
My ***** Dre, droppin heat box on y'all *****-***
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. *****z, connected all over the mother****in world, *****
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 Zoo, a pi' grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up up)
At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my cl***, just to **** yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, ***** tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all *****z quick to shoot you
Now there's another ************ with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin
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 with Tha Liks
And Hit**an bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this *****
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
**** and ******* sold seperate, check it
From sundown to sunup - clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, ***** what?
We roll deep, smoke on **** drink and back 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 max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where *****z jack you, har*** you
Blast you, for that set you claim you from?)
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
Blued up or flame, I ran with a gang
I helped *****z get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble? yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my time
**** a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-*** *******
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 **** of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a d**k
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
****** with me might get you banned from TV,
C***ette 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 *****z, who by fifths by the fo'
And bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the b***, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings with Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings