Unified
G Perico, Mozzy, Khao, E-40, Snoop Dogg, The Game, Nipsey Hussle, Ice-T, Problem
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It's your boy Khao, man West Coast We here Let's go (Khao) This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem) The home girls crackin' cards (cards) niggas flockin' Mercedes-benz hittin' corners, these bitches watchin' Dirty choppers, niggas yacked up, potted up Best be official, tatted tears, bullet tissue Wipe that right off, made a play for like a hundred-K P Jay to the Bay and fucked it right off, yea (I'm out) Black Osama Chach-comptown Obama Red Kool-Aid, niggas lockin' with they baby mamas Yea, Problem, yea, that's me, champ (on God) Tequila got me bent like knee-cap (Ice) no cap Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac (uh-oh) Fake shit, I'on't know that, yo' new bitch my throwback (Nipsey) I'm in the Forbes, and I ain't relaxin' I been to war as a famous rapper (hey) I made mills, then I paid my taxes Then I wifed up my favorite actress And post pictures on vacation with a lengthy caption Couple pies, they ain't came from Gladys I'm surprised I escaped the madness I grew up on under Tony, Cody, they respect, they was savage Can't believe I carried Fatt's casket, look I'm in my feelin's, but it ain't compassion Six shots, but I ain't relaxin' I got mouths to feed and they expect a sandwich Some were down as I respect the balance This shit real, but I accept the challenge We shot it out in broad day, and never checked for cameras And talk reckless on these phones just to check this cabbage My slum burnt, it's forever scalin' We all active, how I grew up Caught slippin', it was never passion (ha-ha) We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Game, let's go) I got murder on my mind Hollow tips on my nine Chronic smoke in my eyes, but I can bust it if I'm blind Bitch, I'm on one, tatted up, my baby mama trippin' Got me whippin' the Benz, dippin', my trigger finger itchin' Got my drawstrings pulled tight, my Chucks on Suge Knight My braids on O-Dog, the homie said it's on sight So, pop goes the weasel, if I see you then your body drop That mouth he couldn't keep closed, that's what got him shot West side the set though, niggas is to the left lost My strap and Bompton—two things I never let go Tell twelve, "F*ck 'em," tell my mama I love her She make the best potatoes and keep the fuckin' barrel smothered I'm a killer, nigga (woo) I'm a Steeler nigga Black and gold to the pole, ring-ding-dong Big King Kong Knockin' out the teacher like I'm Cheech and Chong As the beat goes on Don't try and catch it, scratch, or match it My homies layin' low under your mattress Tactics of a Navy Seal, my baby real She keep me up on it, you niggas don't want it I been grippin' since the eighties, when the game was real shady Never leave my house without my deuce five, that's my lady She been with me a long time, 'bout—380 And I got that mothafuckin' nine milly, baby Now, Felicia said, Keisha said, Alicia said They all birds waitin' on a piece of bread (ha-ha) We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (let's go) This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up (hey) Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (Mozzy, let's go) High as funk, when you broke and niggas need a pistol Your brother blasted outta state, and he ain't leave a pistol? (Huh?) Feed it crystal, let it go and Run the G.F.e. (yeah) My young life boost your door behind a PS3 Lemon juice inside the recipe, the fiends love it We needed onions, they only funded us double ups (hey) We was up and comin', the tweakers ain't never come to us Three for twenty-five is the only reason they f*ck with us (woo ooh) Blue Mercedes, the gator, and now we down to run (hey) Never take a trip with a Demon, they never gun enough (hey) Never been the type, But the homie never had to bump me up (hey) I love you if you dropped on the bail when the fifth cuffed me up (yeah) Look (let's go) West side gangsta, young rich gang banger Got arrested, bailed out before I hit the station (Hey) back to the spot, we wade deep on the block We gon' fight and shoot, whether it's even or not I'm just a Broadway baby, young Broadway gangsta It's a drought on the real, so ain't no enemies hatin' (hey) Truce fleece blanket, Crip blue bangin' Quarter million-dollar car, still around the hood hangin' Still pullin' up on haters, you don't like it then come fade me Ballin' gettin' paper (hey) goin' crazy (oh) See me in traffic, got that shit I be rappin' I ain't under no pressure, that's why these niggas mad at it, it's G This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up West up, West up, West up, West up (let the Kessler speak, man) (E-40) Dirty deeds, cleanin' my pistol and eatin' sunflower seeds Hella keys like a custodian, or should I say janitor (janitor) I'm a expert at gettin' money, ho, I ain't an amateur (amateur) Your bitch keep callin' my phone, she want me to manage her (manage her) I told her to leave me alone, I'm off this bottle (bottle) Not only that, but I heard she got blue waffle (blue waffle) I wouldn't f*ck that ho with your dick, fool I'm a fixture, a factor, a ball-oholic Whatever I want I bought it You name it I got it Turn it and flip in my pockets, they're talkin' the town mob Ridin' around with a frown with my goblins (Hold up, before we end this off) (We gotta take it back to where it all started) (The OG, Ice-T) (What the f*ck?) Don't ask, gray beard's black mass Crack that safe fast, pistol-whip your bitch ass OG, old nigga, 40 cal., Hair trigger Fed more fuckin' fans than FEMA, diss me and I'll come to see ya Just because you're still alive, slipped and thought the beef died The big homie sent a gite, green light's on for life Still on my bullshit, Black Ghost full of Crips Want some, get some, pop off, get done (Brra) a hundred round drum on a handgun Pushed the line, get tacked, shots call from super max Now you got the drama, what you gonna do? I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (You're welcome)
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Written by: Earl Stevens, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr., Ermias Asghedom, Jason Martin, Timothy P. Patterson, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Jeremy Nash, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Kevin Cates
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