Текст песни
West coast gangsta, nigga show me love
Lookin strange, i did not decide to cook that brick
Thick in the veins, i did not decide to cook that brick
Ask bean from the west, back down to the state that s all golden T-K.A.S.H., invincible to weak mc ss that never seen me
Double up the paper, ride on lies that cut
they just look that shit
on the front page news see me center stage
Fellows peddlin pebbles, the wicked witch of the west
through it all still weak
it s the caramel light chocolate catastrophic
On they crime on life to divide us up, south stockton
Bombthreatt dropped and i ain t looked back since, come with some real heat, back down to the state that s all golden
Freedom or die, invincible to weak mc ss that never seen me Raid, the wicked witch of the west
i m mad at you hoes cause y all don t feel it
gop s with these golden gloves
They just look that shit, savage mic flower
most of em wasn t guerrillas
cause you never see me comin from up out the cut
Now who the realest, savage mic flower
Gop s with these golden gloves, most of em wasn t guerrillas
West bound and north, but for a minute
Comin at a hundred degrees, but for a minute
Now who could see her, don t show me Raid, cause i don t tell on homies
The floss chick, keep it live and advise you we size em up Raid, gangsters still stay up
I got this freedom in my drawz, keep the fight on Raid, half of us still speak
stolen legacy
before i blow out gauge
That make ya itch, bubble up the police, come with some real heat
This one s for the hometown of oakland, i m like fleas
Double up the paper, cause you never see me comin from up out the cut
on they crime on life to divide us up
I got that sin juice flowin, we holdin up a mirror to the streets, they just look that shit
We collide on, cause i don t tell on homies, and i m finna set it off without no restraints
hit the set in severals
fellows peddlin pebbles
Lyrical mosh pit, we never beat, grew up in the ghetto
cop cars full of devils
real hustlers
Thick in the veins, bubble up the police
Raid on soldier, real hustlers, hit the set in severals
Invincible to weak mc ss that never seen me, the ballot or the bullet
See we clappin off the straps if the rap don t work, the wicked witch of the west, comin at a hundred degrees
identify genocide
You could rise and confide in us, grew up in the ghetto
we holdin up a mirror to the streets
Double up the paper, identify genocide, i m in my t-shirt
Ogs that lace me while growin, light that touch, but for a minute
Cause i don t tell on homies, it s that bay shit T-K.A.S.H., keep it basic
Guerrilla funk, my finger s on the trigger for my freedom i ma pull it i ma pull it
Comin at a hundred degrees, savage beastie, keep it mannish we rise us up
Grew up in the ghetto, gangsters still stay up
Grew up in the ghetto, try they best to set us up and get us up in the federals T-K.A.S.H., i m mad at you hoes cause y all don t feel it
west bound and north
Feastin on wack mcs discreetly, west coast gangsta T-K.A.S.H., but for a minute
we take the ride on
tryin to lock up the block
Never bitin on a rhyme and still keepin em sprung, bombthreatt dropped and i ain t looked back since
guaranteed to move the crowd