Lyrics:
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
disrespect
All they do is make money and bring it back to me
[Kenoe: Chorus x 2]
First I mack the bitch, get her on my team
Make her fall in love fill
[Hook]2x
Welcome to the golden state
Westcoast California where tha one time hate
Bloods, crisps, ese's quick to regulate
Lowride hittin switches
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
Creepin' it though, baby
It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level
Yo, as this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped
[Talking]
Mack dime, Scarface (demand the respect)
X to tha Z Xzibit
[Scarface}
I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
A double nine
Yeah, yeah, Space Age forever; Niggas and hos better recognize
Eightball and MJG, been ten toes down in this game
Since we were two young playas
go (boomyah) gun shot huh
Can ya feel it motherfuckers
Go gun shot huh thug life
Thug life we goin' gun shot huh
Mack 10 go gun shot
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
Repeat 1
[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
help me)
This is a biotch, biotch
[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new
your fuckin' rap war
This is HiPower, ese, you don't want a street war
Over ten years, you don't want no beef
Gangsta rap once reflected real life
see a few hoes but the Prod chose neither
You got to have ass to live In California
And if you see the ( ? ) I'll be all up on ya
Fo' life like Mack 10
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
of ten killas
What is to be, will be
Only God on earth can kill me
'Cause these fucking streets filthy
And I ain't fucking guilty
Gangsta no take no
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
six tre'
I was born in the hood, I be who I be
And me and Kweli is like Mack 10 and WC
some killers but I'm 10
Toes down by my muthafuckn self
I don't need to gang bang cuz the
Only thing I claim is the music in
The city and it's bout
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in
smother, the situation's grim
It's bloody sin 'cause every time I want out they pull me back in
I see my reflection in the chrome Mack 10
Ask the passer
it
Young Gangsta Green Eyez, Nine-Deuce
Eight block for sure
And I'm back with my true dog
From the 1-0 to the 4 lil' Hawk YG
Now we both
Illinois to the mothafukn world
Yea 901 bike life
Chicago what's popping nigga let's get it
( sugaman )
c lot of y'all been hitting me up wanna know how
me on my back until it hurts
Tell me the first time I grab your skirt
First time in my life, you make me want to do right
You know what you had
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
of the West
My nigga pimping ain't a thang
Plus my swagger kinda gangsta
So the city know my name
More than life in the hood
Got me looking like a star
Plus
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