1.This Is Los Angeles
作詞：William Calhoun, David Drew
This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation
Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles
This shit don't stop, I'm still stackin' my cash
Out in the backyard with niggaz hidin' crack in they ass
It's gettin' kinda hot but I ain't leavin' the spot
â€~Coz don't nobody give a fuck if I'm eatin' or not, nigga
South Central, the gangbang capital
Where gun fire's ramped, the one time be gafflin'
Murder is a headline
Half an ounce of chronic is a misdemeanor
One gram of hard is fed' time
The name of the game is survival
Keep the thang on me like a preacher do a Bible
Fuck unity, ain't no motherfuckin' one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But I'ma stay cockin' my pistol
Goin' hard in the paint, niggaz can't stop my dribble
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles
Gang capital of the nation, gang capital of the nation
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A.
Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E＆J
Everything will C okay
As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way
South Central L.A. where every day
The LAPD ghetto bird be yellin' freeze on the PA
You know they wanna lock us away, they laughin' away
While we killin' each other, the blacks and the eses
Fuck how much money you make, they gon' hate
Ballin' ass nigga, they gon' still treat ya like O.J.
The stereotypes don't go away
Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay？
The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play
Thinkin' we all get our money the â€~Carlito's Way'
Charles Manson can kill and live to see another day
But if you're black like Tookie they gon' steal you away
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles
I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga
W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga
This is Los, this is Los Angeles
2.West Coast Voodoo
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
West Coast Voodoo
(feat. The Game)
Twist the cap back and turn it up and
Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker
Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me
Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick lookin' drug related
New money, new day - same to nigga to pull over
jump out and knock the Murray's Grease out your tupay
West West baby baby, don't test baby baby
(Here I come with my hankerchief in hand)
I got 'em packin' the spot like back in the spot
This West Coast shit is like crack in the pot
Can't nobody serve it like I serve it
Got 'em shakin' like Michael J. Fox, these niggaz lookin'
nervous
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(See the Lord is my shephard
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it)
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked)
Nigga it's time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us, then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up
Everywhere we go they showin' us love
And by the time we leave they throwin' up dubs
I've been in this shit, almost got 10 in this shit
Your favorite rapper I done been in his bitch
Who showed you how to put gold D's on a Bentley？
The nigga that showed me, he from Eastside 20's
I'm the West Coast Don, the Compton phenom
that drop bombs on you niggaz, nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the O.G.'s, taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr. Fuck the Police
Unite the Coast, bury the snitches
All my niggaz got two strikes and they stare at your bitches
Like what the fuck you gon' do when niggaz run up on you
with a gun up on you and pull the trigger nigga
Welcome to California
We do what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(See the Lord is my shephard
Got me so hood, a nigga can't help it)
We do, what we do
This West Coast is voodoo on you
(And just for the record
I came in this world by myself and butt naked)
3.Jack and the Bean Stalk
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
Jack and the Bean Stalk
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)
Dub sheisty, I'm thirsty nigga, ready to eat
Lench Mob 'til I die if the world ain't ready for me
It's that Big Swang affiliate, got ya feelin' it
like 10 inches of ashey dick in fresher pussy, a nigga be
killin' it
Peep the delivery, what I'm deliverin', more than the average
Parental Discretion, Dub is a savage
I'm harder than Michael Jackson dick in a daycare
And I'll beat a rappin' bitch up too 'cause I don't play fair
In the throne I sit, with a jar of Vaseline jackin' off
to my videos 'cause I'm on my own dick
Gettin' my jerk on 'cause y'all niggaz ain't gangsta
With them tight ass Mel-donna v-neck t-shirts on
Fuck all y'all, I'll put the slug in through your chest
W.C. bitch, I put the W in the West (Westside!)
Who got 'em shakin' like Parkinson Disease？
Dub Sizzle, ain't a nigga reppin' harder than me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)
Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub
Loc who fuckin' with Dub？ Look it here
Smokin' weed, gettin' the money with that hard liquor up in my
cup
Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here
I goes uh, blocka-blocka, fee-fi-fo
I smell a nigga fuckin' with my '6-4
Now, duck down, gots to buck 'em down
Look around now, y'all done fucked up now
(BEEP) Here he come, clear the location
In the West Coast formation, back up outta the gangsta nation
Swervin' through L.A. and surplus hanky wavin'
Swangin 'til infinity 'cause niggaz can't fuck with me lyrically
Everybody Killa, nigga realize who you facin'
Quick to do you, run it through you with no lubrication
You're slap boxin' with a giant smokin' on a Newport
Forfeit and 'Blow The Whistle', your arms is Too $hort
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)
＊scratching＊
From L.A. loc, in a Range Rove'
Twistin' my zag up, back to act up
Holdin' the stainless, communicatin' with my fingers
It's the world famous, world famous
Concrete safari ass nigga, the kind to reach back
and slap all the S-Curl out you R＆B ass niggaz
Haters won't say it but I'm one of the greatest
The most underrated, Dub fall off, I can't see or feel that
picture
You got a better chance catchin' me in a Blood gang meetin'
with Clay Aiken, Johnny Guild and Little Richard
Believe me, niggaz can't see me, I'm the king of the city
Sippin' on Henny, fuckin' my competition if any
Lights out, any nigga around me pullin' the mic out
is like shit in a ass crack, he gettin' wiped out
Cube turned me up on the beat, so I could tell these niggaz
what it do and what they gettin' fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
Shit talk, Crip Walk, Jack and the Bean Stalk
That's what you get when you fuckin' with me
They call me Dub Sizzle (W.C.) Dub Sizzle (W.C.)
(Now that's my nigga man, that's my young uh, that's my young
pit bull
I have keep him on the chain sometime 'cause he forget uh
The nigga forget he in the industry mayne, Crip loco cuh)
Believe y'all be runnin', anybody round here fuckin' with Dub
Loc who fuckin' with Dub？ Look it here
Smokin' weed, gettin' money with the hard liquor up in my cup
Nigga fuckin' it up, look it here
4.Paranoid
作詞：William Calhoun, O'shea Jackson, Denaun Porter
Bang that shit
No nice, I'm not nice
I'm not nice
But Fantasia without no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sippin' a OB
Who that G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B？
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
'Cause erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and took it back？
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at？
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
Packin' the heat and I'm back in these streets
Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz
WC baby, I got it locked down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 with the top down
Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it
It's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances
From the T-shirts and Starter caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap
started at
Yeah, I said it and ain't afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, bite my tongue for shit
You know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and
dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz bloodin' and
crippin'
The place where we gun slang
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no
Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint
Noid, we got these niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
Keep it hood, keep it hood
Lench Mob is on point
Keep it hood, keep it hood, nigga
Lench Mob is on point
5.Guilty By Affiliation
作詞：William Calhoun, O'shea Jackson, De Jon Lamont Underdue, Teak
Alger Underdue
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the motherfuckin' city, c'mon
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the motherfuckin' city, c'mon
From hood to hood, city to project, the project
Nigga, what's the motherfuckin' dialect？
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
Niggaz tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle
Whether it's the yay or the 9 to 5
The pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
You better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot
'Coz round here the odds of success is nimble
It's like Russian roulette with five bullets in the barrel
I'm located on the map, with Latinos and black
American dream is pistol and a dope sack
Where they process, strip us down to scan us
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
Where we grind steadily and move to the 12 gauge melody
Just livin' in the hood is a felony
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify？
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I'm lookin' at my TV
The commercials keep tellin' me
'Nigga, be all you can be'
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
Of the LAPD, I'd barely see me
It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
But when it's time to shine, where all the real niggaz at？
Do a nigga gotta be rich just to get over？
Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah？
It must be the walk but I'ma keep it OG
I'm a nigga that like soul food and to smoke weed
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
With my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded
A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type
West Coast nigga, take flight on site
I know they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
And rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify？
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
Fo-fo' up under my zipper
'Cause bein' black ain't a job, it's a motherfuckin' adventure
Look, the gun shots won't cease
And rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police
I'm askin', which one will kill me faster？
Is it that drive-by or the cigarette causin' cancer？
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Along the ride, nigga, might as well ball and get high
So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'
The gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'
'Cause niggaz is playin' elimination
And where I'm from every nigga's guilty by affiliation
That's why we ride and the young die
And you lucky if you live to pass 25
That's why they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
And rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify？
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I gotta rep where I'm from, where you from？
South Central where the good die young
Where you at？ Western ＆ Imperial
It's the pure West Coast comin' out your stereo
I gotta rep where I'm from, where you from？
South Central where the good die young
Where you at？ Western ＆ Imperial
It's the pure West Coast comin' out your stereo
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the motherfuckin' city, c'mon
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the motherfuckin' city, c'mon
6.Dodgeball
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
Dodgeball
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
More figgas, more niggaz, more triggas
It's a celebration bitches, pour some more liquor
Niggaz sizin' my chain like I'm a hip-hop award nigga
But I'm a go to war nigga, knock on your door nigga
Tint windows, new music thumpin', bumpin'
Maneuverin' through in a new somethin'
Caught in the middle playin' dodgeball, dodgin' the law
And these jealous niggaz can't wait to watch me fall
L.A. gang related and full of hatred
The game of success is fucked up and loc I'ma play it
And if a nigga get in the way of my dividends I ain't givin' in
I'm dippin' and puttin' a dot on his head like a Indian
And I ain't hold nathin' back, but the clip to make your wig
leak
Wrong move and I'll spit it like pig feet
And I ain't movin' for you lames
Way too many dudes in this game - Butch Cassidy, sing
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
Killa Cali, where niggaz will grill ya
Full of them killers, got me loadin' the lead with my steel up
And fuckin' with mine will get ya blasted on site
In a game of dominos with 2Pac and Biggie in the afterlife
Live and die for the paper, in this West Coast line
I'll push it like a vagina ilaba
And I ain't ready to leave, ain't lettin' it be
Ain't no better than me, nigga this gangsta shit is embedded in
me
I don't rap to rap, I rap for niggaz throwin' middle fingers
to District Attorneys, leave you twitchin' on that gurney
Dub bust like a baretta nine, for weather or shine
And I ain't goin' nowhere cuz, I'm gettin' better with time
I'ma stay West Coast and with my feet planted
I won't fuck y'all, just like Jermaine Dupri did Janet
I'm a bogard 'til they put my W handprint
next to the tall Rent-A-Star on the boulevard nigga
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
I stay true to the game, G shit remains
Out here on the West ain't nothin' changed
Daily they be peelin' them caps
And that's a fact so I gotta stay strapped
(No they won't get mine)..
(No they won't get mine)..
Yes I'm blown, the Teflon Don
Get cracked and I'm right back home
Hmm, they wanna take my snaps
Take my game, my name and my contracts
Fuck that, I'm too smooth, too cool to bounce
I'm a bad mutha (Snoop Dogg shut yo' mouth!)
I've been wanted, convicted, simplistic, mystic and tricky
Drank and dank with this West Coast gangsta shit I'm kickin'
(Snoop Dogg!) I keep a bag of the purple
W.C. on me, I'm in the Maad Circle
Payin' dues, liftin' weights to get strong
Ain't nothin' goin' on but the funky song
walkin' through the warzone
Get ya gone, out of town nigga got robbed
At the BET Awards and he think I know the source
But again it's gon' cost, livin' in the land of the lost
Bigg Snoop Dogg, get your cross 'cause I'm the Boss
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)
I keep it true to the streets
Gangsta walkin' on beats
Rollin' out in my Fleetwood with my heat
Out here it's a jungle sometimes
But I'll be damned if I let 'em take mine
(No they won't get mine)..
(No they won't get mine)..
(No they won't get mine)..
7.Keep It 100
作詞：William Calhoun, Larry Goodman, O'shea Jackson, Derrick Mc
Dowell
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Rollin' through the hood
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
What you talkin' â€~bout？
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Keep it cool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Act a fool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Now the party didn't start 'til Dub bailed in
With a fresh white on smellin' like Patron
Blue pro fitted tilted to the side of the dome
Fo'-five on my side, nigga never alone
I'm the last of the reputables, jumpin' off the handlebars
Still gettin' money off the yola white scrambled hard
Three-wheelin' in a Caddy Brougham
It ain't P. Diddy, bitch but tell 'em daddy's home
In a big frame, big swang, nigga just switched lanes
Now it's Lench Mob on the end of that chain
Now we clutchin' that clutch, all in the guts of these sluts
Lench Mob, baby, ain't nobody fuckin' with us
W.C. the sickest, viscous, grip trig's and switches
Back givin' nig's the business
Down on my knees 'bout to gamble and shoot
Serve they ass, homie, niggaz can't handle the truth
When I'm in the hood
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
What you talkin' â€~bout？
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Keep it cool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Act a fool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Smokin' on that good thang known as the kush mayne
Laced with the hash oil, nigga, that's a hood thang
Hood money, hood fast livin'
The wrong Starter cap will get you a hood ass kickin'
One name, gun flame, little niggaz wanna bang
Ride on me, mayne, but on mine it's a money thang
But I still run the land, with the gun I can
â€~Coz one shell'll have yo' ass doin' the runnin' man
Califoolya, better keep your Calico
â€~Coz round here niggaz don't scrap no more
And since niggaz ain't squabbin' no more
I keep somethin' to make your chain hang low
And make it wobble to the floor
I squeeze heat, fuck your day up
Like barbeque sauce on a brand-new creased T
Now who gon' bring the West back？
I don't know but I did my job, I put this bitch on the map
When I'm in the hood
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
What you talkin' â€~bout？
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Keep it cool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Act a fool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
I'm a legend, G, however niggaz wanna put it
Threw the dub up so long my fingers goin' crooked
The West ain't dead, I'm all the proof you need
In the Cadillac off of Grey Goose and weed
In the studio tryin' to balance the two
One pocket full of rap money, the other crack residue
Flag hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Hopin' hip hop come with dirty money to clean
South Central is MySpace nigga, but I ain't on the internet
Motherfucker, I'm in the set
So don't make me have to come to your video set
With a chopper on my seat like Maurice Clarrett
I'll get at ya, niggaz know the stature
My fanbase, Corcoran to Pelican Bay to Calipatria
Dub still the nigga, so throw your fingers up in the sky
If you's a real nigga, I'ma keep it real, nigga
When I'm in the hood
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
What you talkin' â€~bout？
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Keep it cool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Act a fool, dogg
I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100, I'ma keep it 100
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
Crazy Toones, my DJ, when he play, you obey
8.Crazy Toones 4 President
9.If You See A Bad Bitch
10.Look At Me
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
Look At Me
(feat. Ice Cube)
Grab on it baby, Look at me (god damn) Look at me (god damn)
Ya'll look at me (god damn), Look at me (god damn), Look at me.
Dub sizzle for shizzle a nigga fresh out the work and I'm clean
as a whistle I keep it crackin' I got these hoes on the phone
saying (let's get it on) (let let's get it on) Woo! Clean! baby
dub sizzle lean C-walkin with a lean on my sticky green I rep it
right you want sex tonight call the original shady (Grab on it
baby) got my dubs up, I'm in the club like fucked up holding my
cup got the tailor made air one nikes with a twist big biting on
my wrist (god damn) it's the return of the real and the 07
turnin' the wheel chrome feet with a chrome grill in a wide body
some with my eyes blunted got a pocket full of hundreds now
which bitch want it？
Grab on it baby, Look at me (god damn),
Look at me (god damn),
Ya'll look at me (god damn),
Look at me (god damn).
DRINK! in my hand on the dancefloor, PEEP! I'm off that
hennessey brown with coat FREAK-IN! on this girl while I dance
slow tag tood on her waist with her pants slow now I'm,
REACH-IN! for that big brown carmel, SQUEEZIN! on that thick
soft round tail, CREEP-IN! on the door witha door-swell I'm a
have her legs in the air at the hotel, after that we will blow
with ninkel keep it on the low you got a man I won't tell but
when you bend over girl that thangs like BOOM! BLAM! GOD DAMN! I
keep em all sweatin' and stumble and mang nang going on a whole
lot-a of sex and hustle, a whole lot-a smoke and drank, and got
thirty-eight hours to play ya'll I live for the day ya'll.
You got it mutha,
Grab on it baby, Look at me (god damn),
Look at me (god damn),
Ya'll look at me (god damn),
Look at me (god damn).
Hold up, Hold up dub whatchu tryina do to me？,
up.
Don't' worry bout it baby I'm still gonna fuck yo ass hahahahaha
11.Side Dick
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
Side Dick
Baby say she wants a gansta
but she dont want a nigga to dog her
just to beat it up harder
said that a nigga a sin, a dicks that limp
a sucka for love type and he dont fuck right
fuck it, ill be the dick on the side you can ride on
nigga you can wrap them thighs on
let ya nigga wet a cake, i just want to undress you
call me captain dick to the rescue (ba baba bah!)
i know your kind, bitch pay got a hair lay
ballin ass nigga way pay
treat your ass right and keep from icing
till you toss you legs up for a nigga like me
affiliated. just the way you love it
and i dont need money to touch
my ghetto ass ways is enough to make yo ass bend over
even destiny's child claims they made me a soldier
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
knock knock who is it？ a titty mangler
dick dangler (who) the tight pussy fanger banger
packing his heat yall with two meat balls
smothered in dick sauce
dont make me spit on your lip gloss
THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP
i know you got a situation i come with no attachments
consider me your walking dildo gadget
you niggas are weenie let me do my thang with it
let me feed you this big black hot thing with a vein in it
have you stand up came with it
im guaranteed to make you come more than once if you can hang
with it
the cock doctor, pussy popper, i leave yo clitoris vibrating
ticking like a pop blocker
and when its time to creep dont sweat
hut the ways in the cut i got a sweet old den
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
harder than a dry cookie my dick is like the antidote
curing your unsatisfied pussy
look. i got you laughing and blushin
cause we're hymning and hugging
but what also making hitting for fuckin
i know you need a dick on the side
so i keeps on the play my position off the bitch like a six man
and i aint bringing feelings to be your lover
just layes potato chips hot sauce and magnum rubbers
many niggas trying to holler but they out of luck
cause like bitch niggas cant keep they mouth shut
but im a cool nigga like ray charles
i play blind when you leave your synchronis？ mind
dubs see the wreck of this dick specialist
my back stroke will leave your hair smelling like the exorcist
im like the dick in the glass when your lonely like a fire
estinguisher
emergency use only
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
know you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
every girl you need a dick on the side (dick on the side)
THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP
black ass she nasty python grab a hold of his ball hair snake
bitch
THE gorilla P-I-M-P yes i am me entire S I MP
better hide that pussy bitch
gonna beat that mutha fucka up
12.Gang Injunctions
Wc
Guilty by Affiliation
Gang Injunctions
You know it's hard out here on a G
All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary
Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses
cause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger
got us facin' life sentences
That's why I'm in this shit and spit it like a lugi
Schooled by niggaz raised under the umbrella held by Tookie
And I ain't leavin 'til they cuff me and book me
Strap me to a jail, take my life away like Tookie
Strap kept under the seat, 'cause niggaz can't kill these
streets
And in these streets the gutter is me
Like wheat bread leanin' on peanut butter is me
House shoes and a Benz, ain't a nigga gutter as me
Shots to all the gillas and killas lovin' a G
From Down South to Chi-Town or up in the D
And to you lames who ain't fuckin' with me, I ain't trippin'
This is for my niggaz slangin' them P's and cuttin' the D
(From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)
(C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)
(From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)
(Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)
You know it's hard out here on a G
All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary
Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses
cause Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger
got us facin' life sentences
W.C., I come with no bullshit introduction
No tail tuckin', no dick suckin', no false identity
No sympathy, no lyin' about my street credibility
No fake gang stories, no fakin' for the fame or glory
No fakin' of claimin' the territory
But when confronted by reputables, niggaz changin' they stories
Fag niggaz, you could get mad nigga
But the truth is the truth, I ain't no kiss ass nigga
I'm a stomp down nigga, Chuck tongue down nigga
Leave yo' ass on the steering wheel slumped down nigga
Pistol pumpin' down niggaz, quick to bust a round nigga
Bust a U and turn around nigga, dump now nigga
Dub make the thang knock, flame go pop
Throw slugs and that shit you niggaz rappin' bout you ain't got
Goodnight motherfuckers, it's curtains for you
soft ass Brian McKnight nice soundin' motherfuckers
(From the school of hard knocks, I took the G class)
(C'mon, clipped up, pimped up, neea)
(From the school of hard knocks), (Blow yo' ass off the map)
(Stacey Adams tip spiffed up, golf hat flipped up)
You know it's hard out here on a G
All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary
Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses
This Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger
got us facin' life sentences
You know it's hard out here on a G
All these gang injuctions and the penitentiary
Gotta watch these snitches and witnesses
This Arnold Swastika, I mean Schwarzenegger
got us facin' life sentences
13.Addicted To It
14.80's Babies
作詞：William Calhoun, O'shea Jackson, De Jon Lamont Underdue, Teak
Alger Underdue
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
When you see me in the streets, you can call me daddy
When you go see your mama know I hit that fatty
Back in the day, before she got ratty
I had her ass in the back of my Caddy
And, you know I done it, I'ma keep it 100
Back when she had more ass than stomach
Back before her looks started to plummet
She would call me every night, beggin' she want it
I would go pick her up, then dick her up
Then stick her up, for some gas bucks
For some lunch money and some fast food
Nigga was a pimp before a nigga with a attitude
And when you picture that I know you wanna get your gat
Understand atomic dog always get the cat
And if young motherfuckers ain't feelin' that
I wish, she can open up and put you back
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
Stomp down, bang loose for the cash figga
It's the candy paint blue '6-deuce ass lifter
Talk trash off of liquor then we kickin' yo' bitch ass up
Wipin' the grass off your back nigga
I'm one of the few of the true last y'all
Reppin' the G's and I ain't easin' off the cash y'all
Disrespectful ass groupie new nigga
Can't do shit but shut the fuck up and salute me, nigga
Lynch Mob, Big Swang the chrome eight arms
Been doin' this since Magic was playin' at The Forum
When Boogie Down and Scott Laraque dropped
I was at the Raising Hell Tour fuckin' your mama in the parking
lot
When LL was rockin' the bells before Cardia and Chanelle's
I was skeetin' on the Gazelle's in slow motion
But only if a nigga knew she was havin' you
I would have made the bitch get an abortion
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
Fuck with me, fuck with all
Fuck with him, hell
Had your mama at 7 in the morning
These rapper is done
These rapper is done
These rapper is done
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
If you was born in the '80s then I'm probably your papa
'Cause 9 times out of 10, I fucked your mama
9 times out of 10, she gave me drama
But fuck that shit, I'm all about the dollar
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