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Lyrics submited by: Kicko





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[mc ren]


Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this motherfucker


(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 bitch-ass


Yaknahmsayin? you gotta recognize


L.a. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga


Recognize this





[time bomb]


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*}





[king t]


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?





Chorus: knoc-turn`al, kokane





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.!





[hittman]


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, c.k. 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





[xzibit]


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





[defari]


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





Chorus





[outro]


In l.a.





That`s how we ride (4x)

Lyrics submited by: Kicko





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[mc ren]


Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this motherfucker


(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 bitch-ass


Yaknahmsayin? you gotta recognize


L.a. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga


Recognize this





[time bomb]


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*}





[king t]


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?





Chorus: knoc-turn`al, kokane





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.!





[hittman]


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, c.k. 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





[xzibit]


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





[defari]


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





Chorus





[outro]


In l.a.





That`s how we ride (4x)

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