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lirik lagu defari - some l.a. niggaz

yeah n-gg-, mc ren up in this motherf-cker, west west y’all
yeah, l.a. n-gg-z, l.a. n-gg-z rule the world n-gg-
y’all n-gg-z gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin’?
n-gg-z don’t wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin’?
but this sh-t come all the way back around here
my n-gg- dre, droppin’ heat box on y’all b-tch–ss
yaknahmsayin’? you gotta recognize
l.a. n-gg-z, connected all over the motherf-ckin’ world, n-gg-
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
lockin’ smokin’ and drinkin ’til we threw up
at leimert park, taggin’, hittin’ fools up
ditchin my cl-ss, just to f-ck yo’ school up
you don’t wanna blast, n-gg- tuck yo’ tool up

but don’t sleep, y’all n-gg-z quick to shoot you
now there’s another motherf-cker with no future
but time bomb much smoother when i maneuver, dope like cuba
got ’em jumpin’

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 b-tch
here it tick tick tick tick

wait a minute it’s on, i tell it like a true mackadelic
weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
from sundown to sunup, clown done run up
the aftermath’ll be two in your gut, n-gg- 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
-n-lyze 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
c-ck 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 n-gg-z jack you, har-ss you
blast you, for that set you claim
mash on you for your turkish chain, c.k. b.k.

blued up or flame, i ran wit a gang
i helped n-gg-z get jacked for they dana dane’s
my pants hang below my waistline
i look humble wanna rumble?
i bang though, like vince carter from the baseline, don’t waste my time
f-ck a scr-p in killa cali, ak’s and 9’s
one-time’s, sunshines, and fine–ss b-tches
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 f-ck of it
anybody hatin’ on us can suck a d-ck
if i catch you touchin’ mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
better than yours, drivin’ away gettin’ head from a wh-r-
it’s avirex-to-the-z
f-ckin’ with me might get you banned from tv

c-ssette 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 n-gg-z, who by fifths by the fo’
and bruise by the case
slap you in the face with the b-ss, 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
-n-lyze why we act this way, in l.a., in l.a.

that’s how we ride
that’s how we ride
that’s how we ride
that’s how we ride

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