Defari [랩]

(Defari)
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many... THERE'S SO MANY
So many cold pieces in L.A
1, 2, 3 -

Women with ass, who do I rush?
Who do I ask, who can I trust?
Who has class, where can I bust?
Can it last past 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Chicks with hips, sexy ass lips
Lickin' they lips, lickin' my drick
Ass is so thick, wiggle that shit
Bounce it real quick, picture that shit
Damn there go 7, 8, 9
Women so fine, finer than dimes
Finer than the coldest in the golden of olden times
Finer than fine in L.A., happens all the time
Matter of fact there go 10, 11, 12
Twelve of the most top-shelf bad bitches on earth, who else?
You gotta pop a collar, the super scholar
All proper holler, know that -

(Chorus)
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many bad women
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many bad women
(ALL TOP-NOTCH)

(Defari)
Come to L.A. and compete
The baddest women in the world feel like lunch meat
Compared to our everyday girl with pretty feet, soft skin, pretty eyes
(THERE'S SO MANY) - tanned with ass and titties
Legs so fine, face so pretty
Hair like "uh-huh", walk like "what?"
She keep passin' me by - never
(I STEP UP) and tell her that "I like your jeans"
Turn around girl, let me see what's happening
You so pretty, smile like a diamond gleam
You so pretty, I gotta tell you (WHAT'S UP WITH US)
But once again, who can I trust?
When can I bust?, there's some things we gotta discuss
She brought a friend, damn her friend's finer than her
Miraculous, Los Angeles

(Chorus)
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many bad women
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many fine women
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many fine women
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many bad women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many fine women
(THERE'S SO MANY)
So many fine women in L.A
So many cold pieces in L.A
So many fine women
(THERE'S SO MANY)

(Chorus) - 2X
We can both be... diamonds in the rough
Handcuffed together, I'll love you forever
For better, for worse -
It's me and you against the world girl
Against the world

(Defari)
I met you at the City Walk
You so fine lil' 7-1-4
Come here and hear this L.A. city talk
My name's Dwayne..
(My name's Veronica, I stay in Santa Ana)
Oh, I stay in Santa Monica
You like a glamour girl, you like my favorite world
My love at first sight, damn you so tight girl
I gotta wrap it up, no time to play around
I may never see you again, and that's not goin' down
I need you in my life, I need you in my world
You so much cooler than my ex-bird, word
Yeah, I think we hit it off, I think it's meant to be
I don't give a FUCK what somebody else say to me
We ribbons in the sky, diamonds in the rough
Amount of time spent with you, I can't get enough
I hustle day and night, my game is sealed tight
You my movie star girl, I'm your sunlight

(Chorus) - 2X

(Defari)
You so tall, you got these squares scared
You like straight out of a magazine, Vanity Fair
You got beautiful hair, I like the way you stare at me
You stare, like you own this D-I-C-shhh
And that's the way I feel, my love is deep and real
I wanna get you that load and that house on the hill
Vero, you my angel in a lost city
You're the goodness that shines through the nitty gritty
I know I'm not perfect, in a wicked city -
Where men kill, but tourists feel is so pretty
I'm grown man with mine, you extra fine with yours
I'll miss you to death, especially when I'm on tours
So hug my pillow tight, smile and never cry
And know there's only one love for Defari
So hug my pillow tight girl, smile and never cry
And know there's only one... yeah

(Chorus) - 3X

It's all y'all hooks
For real..
You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off
Yeah, my niggaz is too high off the calibur
Yeah, it's like this, check it -

(Defari)
I got that authentic Magic so you know I gotta rock it
Bailin' down the block with a pint in my pocket - of Hennessey
Both eyes open for the enemy
Take flight, ask questions last is the remedy
Listen, my status is a regular nigga
Except, I'm smarter than the average nigga
Listen, I've never been a following nigga
From the top to the bottom y'all some bother me niggaz
From - winter to autumn I'm a fatherly nigga
Get his bread for my daughter, I'ma fatherly figure
Go figure, y'all niggaz don't even drink hard liqour
On the real, y'all some Mike's Hard Lemonade niggaz

(Chorus)
You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?
It's all y'all hooks..
You wanna know what keep pissin' me off, pissin' me off?
It's all y'all hooks..

(Defari)
I got that rookie Paul Pierce, so you know I gotta rock it
Bailin' down the block with a half in my pocket - of cush
Straight from Fre???'s bush
Any punk got problems then that punk get mushed
It's real, reelin' the feel like truck drivers, what the deal
Y'all niggaz ain't real, you duck divers
Now you feel - Defari got a smart ass mouth
But you ain't Frogger's, you ain't jumpin'
You ain't talkin' bout nothin'
I'm always rollin' Likwit, it's Tha Liks can you dig it?
You hate off top, then at the shows try to kick it
Don't mimick this flow around your bird for a gimmick
Cause all that'll happen she'll be fiending for my ????

(Chorus)

(Defari)
I got that killa Andre Miller, so you know I gotta rock it
Bailin' down the block, a few hundred in my sock
That's right, John got my line on tight
Goatee on tight, stay in spank whites
Clowns said they wasn't feelin' me
I've been sick of y'all hooks since last century
Rounds... of liqour for my niggaz
Pounds... of doja I told ya
I'm awesome, simply marvelous, spectacular
You gotta know how hard it is
With every word my fist touch your chin
Here, ease your wounds with gin
See a cowboy spit hard on top of ????
Make a man understand the way of righteous laws
See it used to be 26 lines back in the day
Now it's 256 rhymes in my two-way

(Chorus)

(feat. E-Swift)

(Intro: E-Swift)
Ladies and gentlemen..
You are about to witness the amazing sounds of..
(E to the motherfuckin' Swift) and Defari Herut, c'mon
AH, AH, Likwit motherfucker
What, you didn't know?
Let it bump, let it bump, let it bump

(Defari)
Knowin' what I know and seein' what I've seen
You'll get left behind when you daydream
See me, I live it out
Real talk, bullshit walk
Yo Swift, tell 'em what we talkin' 'bout

(E-Swift)
Aight
We talkin' 'bout... um, determination
A hungry pack of wolves is what you're facing
Swimming with the sharks, walkin' big dogs that bark
Through every ghetto, project, and park

(Defari)
If I could take what I take, and show you all I had
Half of y'all would still end up mad
You haters can't hide from yourself
The liqour's top... shelf

(E-Swift)
Yo if you wanna play to win you gotta play hard
You gotta fight, get bruised, battered, and scarred
My niggaz go rhyme for rhyme on anybody you can think of
We official Likwit niggaz drinkin' all your drink up..
Faggot

(Defari)
Smoke to choke
Guess that's how it is, always been dope
Tell you 'bout this letter to this bird I wrote
Told her ninety-three muscles in your throat

(E-Swift)
Bitch, gobble it up
You fuckin' with some rollo niggaz, rollo as fuck
Mind been corrupt since I was a young buck
Gettin' caught with my pants down beatin' it up

(Chorus) - 2X
Life in the innercity
This for all my rollo niggs -
That's livin' that life in the innercity
Life in the innercity
This for all my ghetto chicks -
That's livin' that life in the innercity

(E-Swift)
Keep your head high..
I know you strugglin' tryin' to make ends tie
So I understand why... we love what we struggle for
Dedicate the rest of our lives to be..
HUH!, FRESH, pure unsaturated
West Coast best, veterans at this shit
Never forget, we legendary Likwit

(Defari)
Innercity blues -
That's when you got a girl with itty-bitty two's
Really, did he do? Mad work from T dot to Vancouv (oh, fo sho)
Los Scandalous - out of towner's, they can't handle the truth

(E-Swift)
Innercity youth
Wild motherfuckers runnin' loose
We talkin' bout -

(Chorus) - 2X

(Defari)
Figure it out
The streets make niggaz drink the crown
S.D. to the town, skatin' on rims straight burnin' it down

(E-Swift)
Wash the truck, keep the twenty-two's wet, sticky as fuck
Bump the beats, my amp rack ???? when I stomp the streets
Pull up to the club, valet park my shit up front for a dub
It ain't nuttin' but love
Jealous niggaz lookin' at me and my hoes like "what?!"

(Defari)
Angry for days
Hooks act in the strangest of ways
Likwit stay paid
A to the L to the K to the A to the -

(Chorus) - 4X


(Outro: Defari)
Yeah, South Central, the Eastside
Inglewood, Carson, Hawthorne, Lynwood
Venice, Culver City, Santa Monica
Palms, Paqoima, Van Nuys
Panarama City, Verseeta?..
Pico low!!!
Yeah... from the valley... to the alleys, yeah

Oh boy, so this what you been waitin' for huh?
Well here he is

(Defari)
I'm off the chain
Like runaway slaves with gauges
My life had to change, so I broke through the cages
Faced the nation, lyrics for you shitty critics
Bottle of whiskey, you stressed man Herut be sippin' it
Open the gates, get it on don't hesitate
Stompin' like King Kong nigga, from the Golden State
Holdin' weight in the Pacific-10 Conference
You fuckin' wit Defari man, you fuckin' wit a monster
Big rhymes, big shows, big sponsors
So big, sometimes I think my name is Swanson
But it's not, it's O.G. Dwayne Johnson
With diamond cut rhymes that be costin' when I floss 'em
I beat the papers and the blocks for new stocks
A blue faced watch, full of rocks and new socks
And new draws, Big Daddy like Lou ????
The style that I kick move shit like U-Haul
I'm givin' back what you lack, and that's that
These square niggaz wack, look at that, and that's that
Los Angeles, see a fake dude, dismantle him
Snatch him off his high horse of course de-saddle him
Why battle him? this nigga silly, geeky, garbage
Prankster and fool I drop a jewel of knowledge
Went to school through college, a ?????????? abolish
Defari, a cold guy with a style that's polished
Like Sepulveda and Venice car wash
The street star stop, blow a blunt
Game's choppin', tall cans pop
I beat the streets and the blocks where birds flock
These pretty little bitches wanna jump and bump cocks
So four fingers up - make sure the two's cross (West Coast!)
The West Coast gotta make room for a new boss

Odds & Evens huh?
Defari, the new ablum huh?
Aye, give us some more, can ya?

(Defari)
Toss around your mind when I rhyme
Advance with killer lines, come and get it it's dinner time
They hungry for more and more words that I spit
From ex-tended clip, with an AK-47 back kick
Back flip quick from multiple hits you bastard
You've entered a world of a nigga who came to smash it
I've had it up to here with you silly cats
I'm twistin' a Philly bat, and sportin' a new L.A. fitted cap
A tall can, leave me alone with your small plans
I'm holdin' a family, you a small man little kid
You just a little big, I be wit official niggs
See basically you not built for this
See I be killin' these streets
Like big trucks on 22's, and 21's, plenty rum the style that I use
Twenty tons, many guns - collapse your flimsy lungs
Flimsy tongue, y'all relic niggaz done

Defari you somethin' else baby
I can't wait to hear the rest
Odds & Evens baby..

(Intro: Defari + (girl))
Look, leave me the fuck alone bitch

(Oh, there you go, damn
"leave me the fuck alone", "leave me the fuck alone"
That's all you cryin' nigga
Ooh, your breath stank nigga, damn, you reefin'?
W-Why you always gotta come home drunk and shit huh, faded?

Leave me the fuck alone, will ya?

(Whateva nigga, you know what?
Your eyes all red and everything...)

(Chorus)
You always get so drunk..
(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)
You always come home high..
(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)
You always get so faded..
(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)
You always have red eyes..
(Bitch I don't give a fuck, bitch)

(Defari)
The club bumps
Faded off Remy and five blunts
Codiac cush got me fucked up
I'm goin' round for round, drink dark brown
Smoke trees in a leaf that be dark brown
Look at baby, so thick man, she dark brown
Bad bitches all around, you know it's goin' down
I be posted at the bar like a ghetto C.E.O
Spank T with a new jean suit from ????
Spank white Nikes... so fresh and so tight
The bitches wanna holla back, young and all night
So what do you expect when I'm out wit my niggaz
Drink it up, smoke blunts, poppin' bitches

(Chorus)

(Defari)
Monday Night Football start at 6:00
My fifth Hennessey at the bar with chicks
It's on once again, a new night, new mix
Before we left the crib - already finished a fifth
Me, B Fin, Stats, and my nigga E-Swift
Fredwreck on deck with this Brazilian bitch
After football we gon' hit the spot
After 2:00, after hours pop, it's on all night
Kilous spinnin' right, oh fo sho nigga
My nigga Kilou tight
Stop by 7-11 get another pack of blunts
Get a 40, feel sporty, roll 'em up

(Chorus)

(Defari)
You think you all presidential
We stay low key dippin' through the residential
Sippin' Presidente in the wet El Camino
On rallies, deep dish spin so simple
Here I am with another blunt in my hand
It's Tuesday so we all got tall cans
T ??? is at Joseph's in Hollywood
So many birds I've never seen lookin' so good
In a minute I'ma pull this hundred and spend it
My niggaz crowd around the bar like they all built it
I guess we vultures in the late night club culture
I'ma do the damn thangs that I always told you

(Chorus)

(Defari)
I - fell from the sun with a fire tongue
Burned a thousand beats, now I'm wanted for fifty tons -
Of RAW, pure, uncut dope
My rhymes are Columbian coke, lethal choke
I - shake up the streets, the earthquake
3-1-0 King, yeah that nigga ill with wordplay
NOW - straight to the top
Grind, double flip, stack chip... stay away from the cops
WHY? - they hate us, they're the worst of devils
The Romans hated Jesus like the police treat us
GAME - that's all that I got to give
A lot of artists don't deserve a full right scholarship
To this GAME, a lot can be figured out
I think to myself why you drink whiskey and Guiness stout
Who's to BLAME? - it's the cowboy in me mane
Joy and pain, make sure you get it right, spell my name

(Chorus)
I am the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-
Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-A-R-

(Defari)
I - came in the game, flossed the royal name
Dropped +Focused Daily+ now I'm wanted for more of the same
PURE, raw, supreme level flows
Twenty-four carrot gold, look and behold
I - beat the Los Angeles streets for heat
Travel fifty states, burn crowds like cooked meat
FIRE - explosive material
I shot you in the ear, but you don't hear me though
Now your MINE - I walk with the best of them
Talk with the best of them, fuck all the rest of them
Take your TIME - young man with big plans, we advance
Put the cash in my hand man, I ain't fuckin' playin'
NOW - how you like me chump?
Come through your town and I'll fuck shit up
Now the cars all POUND - cause my CD bump
In the streets like, "Yeah, that nigga Herut rough"
Spell my name

(Chorus)
I am the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-
Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-A-R-

(Defari)
I - shook up the world, parted the sea
Always felt like Muhammed Ali
Proud and BLACK
Red and green, the flag of a nation of millions
They can't hold us back, oh it's like that?
Pace the room like a Five-Star General
Holdin' on to that weak shit, man let it go
NOW - I've been sent to ease all your misery
It's official, I'ma lead you through the new century
WOW! - Wow is right
You're in safe hands with ?Alstate? when I grab the mic
Break WIDE - lose all sight
The pit's goin' crazy, it's bananas tonight
They must want MY - public opinion
Attention, attention, all those who's listening
The man gets DOWN -
Hold your position, dump ammunition
Again I must mention, spell my name

(Chorus)
I am the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-
Come on and rock with the D-E-F-A-R-
I am the D-E-F-A-R-I

(feat. Phil Da Agony)

Es muy bueno!

(Defari)
It's Friday night... I call up B Fin
I'ma fly by with the Henn
He on deck with a zone of cush
I'm fresh off a car wash, it feels good to push -
The Q through the innercity
I'm on the telephone blowin' this last blitty
Streets filled with rims, chicks on the dick
Stoppin' at the stop light, holla real quick!
It's on tonight..
I +Phil Da Agony+ in every last drink that I take (that's right)
We high stakes, do it big like Bill Gates
I only know a chosen few to rest his real fate
Dilated's at the House of Blues, we doin' it this
The bird's who see me don't choose they losin' it
Double L mean low lands, that's one to grow on
She said she played music, I gave her somethin' to blow on

(Chorus) - 2X
We stay bubblin'
Money makin' hitters, stay hustlin'
We stay bubblin'
From the East to the South
To the beach here we reach, where we reach

(Phil Da Agony)
Critically acclaimed, spit it to you simple and plain
It's like acid rain fallin' on your brain
Blame it on the man in the booth
We bring understanding to you
And show you what the proper plan to do
Phil Da Agony and Defari Herut, you can see it engraved
If you look close - the Golden Statue
So don't think, givin' a nigga money
And stringin' him along with twenties
We see through y'all, niggaz is funny
Heart and hustle, overcame talent and luck
I spread love, cause most of y'all hate - violent as fuck
I had to go through it to pursue it as a career
Back then when I was practicing in front of the mirror
Blunt in my ear, blunted out, rhyme of the year
It's time for a beer, crack it open, back to my chair
Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments
Product comin' in by the shipments
It's time to make a difference

(Chorus) - 2X

(Defari)
Gold cuffs, diamond earrings
Drink up, you wasn't hearing me
Gold watch, diamond cut pinky ring
Drink up, we do this yearly
Break bread, blow trees, take head - for free
No cheese, 40's of Olde E, no diddle
Just a little Goose and cran for these brittles

(Phil Da Agony)
Aiyyo we bubble out, we double our clout
Hit the club and be out -
We veterans at this, scrubbin' you out
Born to make music, match all my melodies
I don't believe NONE of these bitches, they keep tellin' me
Call 'em how I see 'em -
Niggaz'll hold back on podium
Then try to put a record out to free him, release him
I'm wide awake, migraine headache, food on my plate
You need real estate's to get the estates, nigga

(Chorus) - 4X

(Defari)
Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life
For those who don't understand I do more than just right
I do by my family man, the realness inside
The stress always wanna test the black men pride
But I be damned if I hide or I fall
I'm too tall, I just rise stylistic
Payback is a dogg and youse a fool if you think I'ma lose
I'ma still toast bottles wit drev, vintallo and juice
And I'ma bang over the illester beats
Doin my thang and keep a good name out in this streets
Break ya neck, hook nigga, better show some respect
Alkaholiks is the fam, a nigga's mind on his check
Give your children a change without bread
How can they advance when they 18
The devil sells broken dreams
Why you always ask me if I play ball, all the whiteys
Is it because of the Barron Davis jersey and new Nike's
Take the weight of my hand, the breath of my life
For those who don't understand I do more than just right
I do by my family man, the realness inside
The stress always wanna test the black men pride

{*phone rings*}

(Defari talkin)
hold up
hello
man I told you!
damn!

(feat. Tash)

[Tash talkin]
What up Fred
You know
Ooh woop ooh woop
Oh boy, oh boy
Oh girl

[Defari]
Wassup Fred
I need a 4X to the head
Or that new t-shirt sayin "wassup Fred"
Can I live like Jay-Z, make moves that pay me
(where's your chain) fuck a chain, I rock my face and name
I rock beats that will tear down the whole frame
Of your house if your system got that Roger bounce
Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
Tap an oldie, down the goldie
Mooo bounce, to the 40 ounce
Tap an oldie, down the gold
Set shit straight
I'm money for that money rollin state
I'm a different level me of authentic L.A.
Fred Wreck, Fredrigo
Meet me on pico
I got 3 bad nihas, I need one chico
Hennessey all day
Hate is nothing to a boss
I feels like my nigga Big Hutch
Buck what it cost
I drop from the sky and left the lane burnin
Mashin down the block all this bitches heads turnin

[Chorus - Defari]
This that kinda shit that make you wanna jump
For the car stereos wit that extra hump
Make niggaz in the streets say what the fuck
Defari right back wit that extra thump
This that typa shit blow out ya truck
Make bitches on the block stoppin wanna fuck
Make rudeboys point it at the sky and dump
Defari right back wit that extra thump

[Defari]
See I was born in the world wit fast money and pretty girls
Fades, and braids, and O.G.s still rock curls
I'm from L.A. where niggaz still smoke joints
Kush weed when they get the true taste styles the point
From the jungles to the eastside
Carson to Pacoima
Finish to Inglewood, it's all L.A. California
The style I flip is so versitale
You too young girl, don't want to hurt you child
Cuz when it come to the fuck I'm all bronco buff
Make a top notch and a momma fall in love
See in the club
My niggaz all rollin up dubs
Everybody doja'd out hitted out nigga what
300 M, we came, chop game
Around the town all these motherfuckers know my name

[Chorus]

[Tash]
Ha, listen
6 trays Chevrolets, all day, everyday
L.A. California, that's the way we play
We do it to a Likwit music
Power movement, home improvement
We don't give a fuck say what you say
D to the E-F-A-R-I
We sky high alumni Likwit niggaz don't die
We trynna buy everything buyable, homielayable
The Likwit crew drive for survival is undeniable
I slide a couple bitches thru the back of the club
If the hoes get kicked out I get 'em back in the club
They Rico's keep on Rico's top notchin
I know half of these hoes when these girls were hop-scotchin
Now watch it - you handcuffin' hoes we the locksmith
We ain't satisfied untill the top notch is topless
Knock this in your trunk if you ain't no punk
Big Tash is in the house wit that extra thump

(feat. Defari and Dilated Peoples)

Don't front
So many claim the fame, but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run, in the Triple-A's
This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed
The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC
One more time that cat Defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign, independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro
I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
You know that shit that make you bounce
'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo
I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure

Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out, time waits for no man
Bust it

Don't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate

It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash Rasco Defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it

Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Don't front

Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker
West West y'all
Yeah L A niggaz
L A niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta
recognize yaknahmsayin
Niggaz don't wanna peep game
yaknahmsayin
But this shit come all the
way back around here
My nigga Dre droppin heat
box on y'all bitchass
Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize
L A niggaz connected all over
he motherfuckin world nigga
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
sewer's how I grew up
Loc'n smokin and drinkin
til we threw up threw up
At Leimert Park taggin
hittin fools up
Ditchin my class
just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast nigga
tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep y'all niggaz
quick to shoot you
Now there's another
motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother
when I manuever dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin King T starts
speakin indecipherable
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 wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip it's a Time
Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM
Wait a minute it's on I tell it
like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold
seperate check it
From sundown to sunup
clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two
in your gut nigga what
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack 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 niggaz
jack you harass you
Blast you for that set you
claim where you from
Mash on you for your
turkish chain CK B K
Blued up or flame
I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz
get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble
yeah yeah
I bang though like Vince Carter
from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa
Cali AK's and 9's
One time's sunshines
and fine ass bitches
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 fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us
can suck a dick
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
Fuckin with me might
get you banned from TV
cassette 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 niggaz
who by fifths by the fo
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face
with the bass Dr Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit
Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style
but can't find no openings
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack 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

That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride