Dr. Dre - Some L.A. Niggaz (Feat. DeFari, Xzibit, Knoc-Turn`al, Time Bomb, King T, MC Ren & Kokane)

Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker
West West y'all
Yeah L A niggaz
L A niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta
recognize yaknahmsayin
Niggaz don't wanna peep game
yaknahmsayin
But this shit come all the
way back around here
My nigga Dre droppin heat
box on y'all bitchass
Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize
L A niggaz connected all over
he motherfuckin world nigga
Recognize this
Now in my younger days
I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans
plus a four four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the
sewer's how I grew up
Loc'n smokin and drinkin
til we threw up threw up
At Leimert Park taggin
hittin fools up
Ditchin my class
just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast nigga
tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep y'all niggaz
quick to shoot you
Now there's another
motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother
when I manuever dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin King T starts
speakin indecipherable
I'm comin Straight Outta
Compton with a loose cannon
Smoke big green
call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners at last
another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks
I pop lock witcha
Picture this Dr Dre
twistin wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip it's a Time
Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM
Wait a minute it's on I tell it
like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold
seperate check it
From sundown to sunup
clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two
in your gut nigga what
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A
Gimme that mic fool
it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt
cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max
crew at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes
that's true
But I grew up where niggaz
jack you harass you
Blast you for that set you
claim where you from
Mash on you for your
turkish chain CK B K
Blued up or flame
I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz
get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble
yeah yeah
I bang though like Vince Carter
from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa
Cali AK's and 9's
One time's sunshines
and fine ass bitches
Hawaiian thai drive by
six fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood
called WHAT THE DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood
refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us
can suck a dick
If I catch you
touchin mine you catch
a flatline dead on the floor
Better than yours drivin away
gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX to the Z
Fuckin with me might
get you banned from TV
cassette and CD it's all mine
the whole nine the right time
Multiply we don't die the
streets don't lie
What so neither do
I I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your
face and blastin yourself
Five in the mornin
burglars at my do
Glock forty five
in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he
see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz
who by fifths by the fo
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face
with the bass Dr Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit
Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style
but can't find no openings
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A

That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride