We ain't done yet lyrics

Artist  : Mausberg 
Song : We ain't done yet
 
feat. Dresta

(Mausberg:)
Yo yo nigga, where they at now?
(Dresta:)
Where they at?
(Mausberg:)
Black Tec nigga
(Dresta:)
I don't see 'em Berg
(Mausberg:)
The young hogs, nigga

[Mausberg]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for Berg to drop bomb
Blowin' your block up and I'm hot like napalm
Crumble yo wack shit then I mash with my sceptor
Hollywood niggas I'm ready to chin check ya
Yo the Berg is on some different type shit
Gangsta Trey packin' the all black pistol grip
My niggas be on some ill shit
Graduated from gangbangin' now we killin' over
real shit
South Pacific, the place that they terrified of
Black Tec gangstas, low lights and real thugs
My dogs bit the hoes, ready for war
Brigade of young niggas wit' calicos and .44's
But them wack niggas claim they bring pain
You cowards better stick to bein' hard in the rap
game
'Cuz on the streets I'm the Don-mega
A rider from killer Cali and I'm sayin' fuck
whateva

Chorus:
How can you roll in California 
with all that disrespect and not get wet?
This Compton, Cali where the saga begun 
and motherfucker we ain't done yet
How can you roll in California 
with all that disrespect and not get wet?
This Compton, Cali where the saga begun 
and motherfucker we ain't done yet

[Dresta]
I'm goin' out on the first rapper blabbin' at the
mouth
And if you try to hide from me nigga, I'm
gafflin' your spouse (come here bitch)
You cannot run from what has been done from day
one
 
My words spread like plague and tread like lead
in the wind
So holla holla if you really got a problem
Meet the problem solver, chrome .44 revovler
In fact I'm packin' my strap this very minute
Usin' 2Pac image, I'm feenin' 100 pecent to blaow
Yo style is blaow-ted, niggas thinkin' you wild
I know you thinkin' fuck Dresta, but never
thinkin' out loud
You little bitch ass wannabe thug with baby
muscles
Me and Mausberg gonna muscle you bustas outta
your hustle
Compton, California is original, most popular
thugged-out nation where riders never vacation
I stay packin' the floor thinkin' of more ways to
gaffle your bitch up and spit you down in four
ways

Chorus

[Mausberg]
I'm still sayin' fuck y'all, realest until I fall
Pistol packin' car jackin' rider 'til I back on
some extreme shit
Leavin' the car full of rappers leakin'
Got my fly on, so fuck them old people peekin'
I'm tired of rap niggas goin' Hollywood
And running off at the mouth and wanna kick it
like its all good
I'm the superior, super spaced-out on cloud nine
Hash and mushrooms got a nigga mind
And ain't no tellin' when I might go pop
Fifty cal layin' niggas down, only one shot
My book is full of heavy hitters
Thrashers and ready to mash ya on commadn on Maus
master
Y'all niggas don't want no contact with me
Three and fifty pounds sweepin' niggas off they
feet
I'ma ht ya like vehicular manslaughter
Underground, but we prefer to call it underwater

Chorus x2