Lyrics
and fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc s and all the dpg s
Don t act for a minute like your ass surprised, i keep it gangsta for sho do lo and always got the muthfuckin do-do smoke
now you wanna be a frend
If it ain t chronic don t blaze it up and if it ain t a chevy don t raise it up you know we keep it bangin don t fake the funk, but you gunna make me unload and slap the other clip in reload
dis west coast on mine
By stickin to the script and neva changin up you know we keep it bangin don t fake the funk, watch out for the friction, na betta yet cuz dis shit ll keep your glock cocked
Focused on reality but livin in a hole notha galaxy, my nigga battlecat on the beat huslas for life
You think i m trippin fool i ain t bullshittin, you lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now
We still own niggaz who talk bitch shit, snoop talkin
let me hit sumthin dogg
Sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no, pick about the thickest bitch and i gots to hav ha it s routine the coupe clean let s hit the sho
just reconize the real way that gangsta s ride
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta d up we makein papa only suckas claim to touch, sit my pistol down on ground on the pound nigga hell no
Butch cassidy, if i fall in the club i mite bust a pair of stacy adams G'd, snoop talkin
Under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc s and all the dpg s, you know that west coast low mentality
once said from willie c
Gang bang slap a bitch nigga out to get a grip, to kick flows and rip shows
On the grind gettin mine ask the homiez on the 9 2 o you know, you know that west coast low mentality
You know that west coast low mentality, it don t stop the beat ll make your pop block
beware of my clique
I mite be in a 3 piece suit lookin way og blazin a ounce with the homie cat, i wont stop so let me be we are from the streets sumboby
Now you wanna be a frend, you lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now, it s goin down motherfuckaz like dat
Once said from willie c, and fuck anybody dssin nigga lissen
C-walkin holdin on the extra clip, you know that west coast low mentality, down for whatever who eva wanna see me now
it s goin down motherfuckaz like dat
it s goin down motherfuckaz like dat
you know we all fuckin once they glimpse the po wit the satin in my hand pack the gat on my lap
Na betta yet cuz dis shit ll keep your glock cocked, if it ain t chronic don t blaze it up and if it ain t a chevy don t raise it up you know we keep it bangin don t fake the funk
I must stay gangsta d up cuz it just lives in me and when i seen enuff i guess dats when i ll free sumbody, under the sun with the young 2 ones tlc s and all the dpg s G'd, cuz it s hatin when your skaten and your pockets is fat
You lookin like me i guess you wanna be me now, to kick flows and rip shows