Dr Dre - Some L.a. Niggas Lyrics
[mc ren]Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this mother*****er(west west y'all)Yeah, l.a. niggazL.a. niggaz rule the world niggaY'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?But this shit come all the way back around hereMy nigga dre, droppin heat box on y'all *****-assYaknahmsayin? you gotta recognizeL.a. niggaz, connected all over the mother*****in world, niggaRecognize this[time bomb]Now in my younger days i used to sport a ragBackpack full of cans plus a four-four magG'd from the feet upBlued up from the zoo, a pi' grew upLoc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)At ?? park, taggin, hittin fools upDitchin my class, just to ***** yo' school upYou don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool upBut don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot youNow there's another mother*****er with no futureBut time bomb much smoother when i manuever, dope like cubaGot em jumpin {*king t starts speakin, indecipherable*}[king t]I'm comin "straight outta compton" with a loose cannonSmoke big green, call it bruce bannerWatch your manners, at last another blast from the top notchFrom way back with the pop rocks, i pop lock witchaPicture this, dr. dre twistin wit tha liksAnd hittman bought a fixDon't trip, it's a time bomb in this *****Here it tick tick tick tick {*boom*}Wait a minute it's on, i tell it like a true mackadelicWeed and cocaine sold seperate, check itFrom sundown to sunup -- clown done run upThe aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?Chorus: knoc-turn'al, kokaneWe roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heatRequirements for survival each day -- in l.a.!It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the copsAnalyze why we act this way -- in l.a.![hittman]Gimme that mic fool, it's a west coast jack moveThey call me hitt - cause i spit like gats do***** me backBust caps for my max crew, at fairfaxWho used to wear air max shoes, that's trueBut i grew up where niggaz jack you, harass youBlast 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 gangI helped niggaz get, jacked for they dana dane'sMy pants hang below my waistlineI look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)I bang though, like vince carter from the baselineDon't waste my time***** a scrap in killa cali, ak's and 9'sOne-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass *****esHawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches[xzibit]I was raised in the hood called what-the-dif'Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go hollywoodSlugs for the ***** of itAnybody hatin on us can suck a dickIf i catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floorBetter than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whoreIt's avirex-to-the-z*****in with me might get you banned from tv,Cassette and cd it's all mine the whole nine the right timeMultiply, we don't die, the streets don't lieWhat, so neither do i, i'm bad for your healthLike puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself[defari]Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'Glock forty-five in my dresser drawerLet em come in blaow he see the thunder rollRoll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'And bruise by the caseSlap you in the face with the bass, dr. dre lacedLikwit kings wit sedans and gold ringsHaters fold the style, but can't find no openingsChorus[outro]In l.a.That's how we ride (4x)
