Lyrics:
Yoso chrixtox i see you men See
Am international wetin deh
Yetundeh no deh use me play
Swear mo lenu like MGK
Tile Zaminamina kilode
Am
Let me take you on a trip so you can picture my life
Through this south central state of mind
Either you learn from the best and they watch you
Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictly Westside, nigga
South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas
and bustle believing in the grind
Must be the new new new state of mind
The everyday ride work repeat
Echoes between tile and tunnel streets
A city pulse
Born and raised in South Central
Where you could die being broke
So I kept it presidential
Fucc 12, that's a mental
They gang banging in my city
But
died in World War II in the struggle against occupying Nazi forces and Fascism. Their pictures, some of them children, are etched into tiles in memory
and withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
I'll walk through the parking lot
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream
side, Central, alright)
I said it's Jersey, you heard me
(North side, South side, Central, alright)
4 seeds grew to flowers when this garden was
an everyday thang for me
South Central state of mind
Staying on my grind
Born a hustler I am one of a kind
Minding my own mind
Got money on my mind
Trying
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
bones
I was born and raised in the Valley the Golden State
Central Valley 209 where I reside my domain
From a small town with farm, cows, and tractors
Far
me like you love rectangular bathroom tiles
Do you remember we were dancing on the dirty floor
31st of December, a state of war
Broken glass all
tunti de tan (O tunti de tan)
Woni ki n ye fhor
Kosowo lapo moti na tile tan
Status mi everyday na motivational quotes
Nibo mofe gboromigba (Gboromigba)
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
school
Where you gonna go - shred central
Whatcha gonna do - grinders
Whatcha gonna say - "like, where's the bowl, dude?"
Where you gonna go - shred
the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
that God ignored
At Central State
At Central State
At Central State
At Central State
Clinton and Central State
Say my name
Bethune-Cookman, Bishop, Bluefield and Bowie state
Say my name
Langston, Lane, Lincoln and Lawson State
Say my name
Oh
the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
on the night I find you
Midnight moment, whole city glowing
What's the odds that someone as bright as you
You an old soul, said you like the Grand Central
You
They say they activated
Tell me y they ain't tapped in
I be wit them centrals ND them locos Getting them raccs in
They let da Bros out watch wats
mental, tearing out your central
Focusing on that kinda stuff that don't amount to anything
I'm pressing you to enter into an agenda
Altered state
hard to find
In a flyover state
That's just a state of mind
Out late several hours in the night
So whenever you call
Remember Central Time
Righting
to you
With that smile on, suckers
Like I never knew a cooler nigga
Servin'
(?) with the central tracks
Ay yo, servin'
Bossing on them (?)
Ay yo,
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