 (Verse:1) Brotha Lynch Hung
Yeah and Dre he should've signed me(Why?)
Because I been shitin' on mothafuckas niggaz ever since '93
Known as that niggaz that get you sicc hit you wit sum nitro(Nitro)
You need insurance my nigga go check wit Geico(Geico)
But you can check the soundscan it ain't no type-o
42,000 in a week just Sacramento
Now I'm buyin' 100 saccs all green saccs of indo
Even though some hate G-Blocc Them niggaz my kin folks
End if it come down to it I got confindence(I got confidence)
End if I'm going through it Garden Blocc will hop a fence
With AK's like nigga let me tell you sum'.
You touch ares we touch yours we leave your belly cutin'
Your family touch'em your gang fuck'em this is are gang
For movin' no move nigga this is are thang
You don't know what's going on nigga this is are pain
We turn the game over like it was a card game
Me and,Ehit,Twan Beezy, Believe me
they been holdin' it down on a bigger level then Weezy
So We goin' hold Cali down like Tombstone
You can keep me in the room alone better make it packin' who knows
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Cuz we West Side Ridin'
Doors suicidin'
Pockets got green rye in'em
And always got nines in'em
We Still runin' this shit
Cuz just like the Clipse pistol grips
We vertans it ain't nothin' we make hits X2
(Verse:2)Mc Ehit
Before Ice-T made Colors go world wide
I was a young B.G. bangin' the West Side
Ridin' around 4-deep chu I might be the youngest
Handing me the double-up any spot I slum this
Talk shit on tape about the shootin and robbin
In the hood all day niggaz we steady mobbin'
On the blocc all day niggaz knoccin the muscle
Since eighty-eight eight know how to huslte
I rocc the gang bang boogie nevea ridin the bitch
and rocc the hood so well wit my cousin Brotha Lynch
And who started this chu-shit you better believe me
Eiht was Straight Outta Compton right after Eazy-E (I wasStraight Outta Compton)
and it's still a Compton thang we come strapped
Music to drive-by keep the hood on the map(keep the hood on the map)
If we the last man standing then it's Vetrans Day
Death threats we call out shots shootin the AK
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(Verse3:MC Eiht)
How I still sport a dark blue Khaki suit
With the hood threwin up at my video shoots
Ya'll know I'm classic shit is classic
Get sprung collapse your lung Eiht and Lynch Hung
2 niggaz from the WestCoast ya'll can't test
Westside 'til I die nigga pound it on my chest
Now everybody wanna be a mothafuckin' thug
But dem nobody wanna catrch dem slugs
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