Abandoned Pools "Army Of Me ((Bjork Cover))" |
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these muthafuckas been patiently waiting Since the West Coast fell off the streets been watchin' The West Coast neva fell off I was asleep in Compton Aftermath been here the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing DPG still poppin' I got California love fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit And Westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rearview my guns is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback Homie I'll bring your CA back And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath bitch, take it like a muthafuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside I'm lowridin' homie, 6 Tre Impala Gold D spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gang bangin' is real Homie I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin' on top of da devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that 'Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin', I'll pull a .38 magnum, and get the clickin' And clackin', you'll homies will wanna know what happened Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffickin', and In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homie I ain't braggin', I took five If you wanna die run up on that black 745 If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' wit G-Unit you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play bishop, I paint that picture now who got the juice You niggas is nutso, I take off your roof Leave your ass streched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22 Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta till I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you're from, nigga Westside Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |