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Khao、Nipsey Hussle、Snoop Dogg、The Game、E-40、Ice-T、Mozzy、Problem、G Perico - Unified (Explicit)
It's your boy Khao man
West Coast
We here
Let's go khao
This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up
Black brown red blue n***a
Throw your set up
Gettin' money got that attitude
Don't step close
Unified bankin' in your city
It's the West Coast
The home girls crackin' cards
Cards n***as flockin'
Mercedes-benz hittin' corners
These b***hes watchin'
Dirty choppers n***as yacked up potted up
Best be official tatted tears bullet tissue
Wipe that right off made a play for like a hundred-K
P Jay to the bay and f**ked it right off
Yea I'm out
Black Osama
Chach-comptown Obama
Red Kool-Aid n***as lockin'
With they baby mamas
Yea problem yea that's me
Champ on God
Tequila got me bent like knee-cap
Ice no cap
Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac uh-oh
Fake s**t I'on't know that
Yo' new b***h my throwback
I'm in the Forbes and I ain't relaxin'
I been to war as a famous rapper hey
I made mills then I paid my taxes
Then I wifed up my favorite actress
And post pictures on vacation with a lengthy caption
Couple pies they ain't came from Gladys
I'm surprised I escaped the madness
I grew up on under Tony Cody
They respect they was savage
Can't believe I carried fatt's casket look
I'm in my feelin's but it ain't compassion
Six shots but I ain't relaxin'
I got mouths to feed and they expect a sandwich
Some were down as I respect the balance
This s**t real but I accept the challenge
We shot it out in broad day
And never checked for cameras
And talk reckless on these
Phones just to check this cabbage
My slum burnt
It's forever scalin'
We all active how I grew up
Caught slippin'
It was never passion ha-ha
We official ask us about us
Whole team official
West side
Street credentials
Automatic street sweep potential
We official ask us about us
Whole team official
West side
Street credentials
Automatic street sweep potential
Game let's go
I got murder on my mind
Hollow tips on my nine
Chronic smoke in my eyes
But I can bust it if I'm blind
B***h I'm on one tatted up
My baby mama trippin'
Got me whippin' the Benz dippin'
My trigger finger itchin'
Got my drawstrings pulled tight
My chucks on suge knight
My braids on O-dog
The homie said it's on sight
So pop goes the weasel
If I see you then your body drop
That mouth he couldn't keep closed
That's what got him shot
West side the set though
N***as is to the left lost
My strap and Bompton two things I never let go
Tell twelve f**k 'em
Tell my mama I love her
She make the best potatoes and
Keep the f**kin' barrel smothered
I'm a killer n***a woo
I'm a steeler n***a
Black and gold to the pole
Ring-ding-dong
Big King Kong
Knockin' out the teacher like
I'm Cheech and Chong
As the beat goes on
Don't try and catch it scratch or match it
My homies layin' low under your mattress
Tactics of a Navy Seal my baby real
She keep me up on it you n***as don't want it
I been grippin' since the eighties
When the game was real shady
Never leave my house without my deuce five
That's my lady
She been with me a long time 'bout 380
And I got that mothaf**kin' nine milly baby
Now Felicia said Keisha said Alicia said
They all birds waitin' on a piece of bread ha-ha
We official ask us about us
Whole team official
West side
Street credentials automatic
Street sweep potential
We official ask us about us
Whole team official
West side
Street credentials automatic
Street sweep potential
Let's go
This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up
Black brown red blue n***a throw your set up hey
Gettin' money got that attitude don't step close
Unified bankin' in your city
It's the West Coast
High as funk when you broke and n***as need a pistol
Your brother blasted outta state
And he ain't leave a pistol huh
Feed it crystal let it go and run the GFe yeah
My young life boost your door behind a PS3
Lemon juice inside the recipe
The fiends love it
We needed onions they
Only funded us double ups hey
We was up and comin'
The tweakers ain't never come to us
Three for twenty-five is
The only reason they f**k with us
Blue Mercedes the gator
And now we down to run hey
Never take a trip with a Demon
They never gun enough hey
Never been the type
But the homie never had to bump me up hey
I love you if you dropped on the
Bail when the fifth cuffed me up yeah
West side gangsta young rich gang banger
Got arrested bailed out before I hit the station
Hey back to the spot
We wade deep on the block
We gon' fight and shoot
Whether it's even or not
I'm just a Broadway baby
Young Broadway gangsta
It's a drought on the real
So ain't no enemies hatin' hey
Truce fleece blanket
Crip blue bangin'
Quarter million-dollar car
Still around the hood hangin'
Still pullin' up on haters
You don't like it then come fade me
Ballin' gettin' paper hey goin' crazy oh
See me in traffic got that s**t I be rappin'
I ain't under no pressure
That's why these n***as mad at it it's G
This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up
West up West up West up
It's dirty
Dirty deeds cleanin' my pistol
And eatin' sunflower seeds
Hella keys like a custodian
Or should I say janitor janitor
I'm a expert at gettin' money
Ho I ain't an amateur amateur
Your b***h keep callin' my phone
She want me to manage her manage her
I told her to leave me alone
I'm off this bottle bottle
Not only that but
I heard she got blue waffle
Blue waffle
I wouldn't f**k that
Ho with your d**k fool
I'm a fixture a factor
A ball-oholic
Whatever I want I bought it
You name it I got it
Turn it and flip in my pockets
They're talkin' the town mob
Ridin' around with a frown with my goblins
Don't ask gray beard's black mass
Crack that safe fast
Pistol-whip your b***h a*s
OG old n***a 40 cal
Hair trigger
Fed more f**kin' fans than fema
Diss me and I'll come to see ya
Just because you're still alive
Slipped and thought the beef died
The big homie sent a gite
Green light's on for life
Still on my bulls**t
Black Ghost full of Crips
Want some get some pop off get done
Brra a hundred round drum on a handgun
Pushed the line get tacked
Shots call from super max
Now you got the drama what you gonna do
I couldn't stop my n***as if I wanted to
This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up
Black brown red blue
N***a throw your set up
Gettin' money got that attitude don't step close
Unified bankin' in your city
It's the West Coast
You're welcome