Some L.a. Niggaz lyrics

Artist  : Defari 
Song : Some L.a. Niggaz



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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)