Str8 West Coast

Super ugly Mr X to tha Z Yeah, Warren LA indo, gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window, dangerous Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission To try to stop me from livin', huh? Try again faggot 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 Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up You weak fuck Shakin' and dancin' Y'all takin' pills, we takin' penitentiary chances I'm too advanced is 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 Warren G What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin' that Sherman shit I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung 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 West coast, still smoking on that indo Smoke, oh no, don't pretend, oh no I woulda came but I was dead broke, no mo I'm rollin' on some real, oh no 'Bout to get it, but niggas trip though, let's go I'm the realest and they all know real dope You need a filter or you will choke, indo That's all a nigga will smoke, oh no 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', Shiest 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 but rather Infect the world leavin' Vicks in a old sweater Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planin'? Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'? Who gots your undivided attention? Who makes your panties wet, girl? Hold up, pause, 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 it's Knoc's landin'