lirik lagu dr. dre – some l.a. niggaz – instrumental version
yeah n-gga, mc ren up in this motherf-cker
(west west y’all)
yeah, l.a. n-ggas
l.a. n-ggas rule the world n-gga
y’all n-ggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
n-ggas don’t wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
but this sh-t come all the way back around here
my n-gga dre, droppin’ heat box on y’all b-tch–ss
yaknahmsayin? you gotta recognize
l.a. n-ggas, connected all over the motherf-cking world, n-gga
recognize this; peep game
now in my younger days i used to sport a rag
backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
g’d up from the feet up
blue’d up from the shoe up’s how i grew up
loc’n, smokin’ and drinkin’ til we threw up (threw up)
at leimert park, taggin’, hittin’ fools up
ditching my cl-ss, just to f-ck yo’ school up
you don’t wanna blast, n-gga tuck yo’ tool up
but don’t sleep, y’all n-ggas 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 disciples to the hoover
i’m coming “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 twisting 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 {-boom-}
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 and run up
the aftermath’ll be two in your gut, n-gga 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-ggas jack you, har-ss you
blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
mash on you for your turkish chain, c.k. b.k
blue’d up or flame, i ran wit a gang
i helped n-ggas 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
f-ck a scr-p in k!lla cali, ak’s and 9’s
one-time’s, sun-shines, and fine–ss b-tches
hawaiian thai, drive-bys, 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 touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
better than yours, driving away gettin’ head from a wh0r-
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-ggas, who buy fifths by the fo’
and brew’s 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
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