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Str8 West Coast

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Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)

Bullets at your window (dangerous)

Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven

Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?

You've gotta ride better than that

To move out in front of the pack

It's two thousand and two

My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques

I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up

I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up

Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances

Never the same when I hit it and quit it

You want it come get it, I'm wit it

When I say that I'm wit it

That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted

G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson

Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him

What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit

Too much smokin that Sherman shit

I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)

The-the doctor Andre Young

Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me

Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me

They tells me I can't proceed wit it

I came back and got Warren G wit it

Still smoking on that indo

Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no

I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo

I'm rollin on some real oh no

Bout to get it, but niggas trip though

I'm the realest and they all know

You need a filter or you will choke

That's all a nigga will smoke

Now, niggas better get between their door (door)

I'm shakin all your shit onto the floor

And niggas don't get it

But be careful what you ask for you just might get it

Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins

Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)

In other words, if your click full

Can't press mute and it don't apply now

I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)

I ain't trying to get no better

Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater

Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)

Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin

Who gots your undivided attention

Who makes your panties wet girl (what)

Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws

At parties and shows, I mash regardless

Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment

I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion

All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin

A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk

Mindin my own while haters throw soft

The more I succeed, the more bitches clock

Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously

Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see

Still smoking on that indo

Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no

I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo

I'm rollin on some real oh no

Bout to get it, but niggas trip though

I'm the realest and they all know

You need a filter or you will choke

That's all a nigga will smoke

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