Walk with me for a minute to my hood, man
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It’s west coast shit, ha ha
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Look, the west got it out
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Drug dealers and thugs yeah the west got it out
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They say it’s cribs, bloods, the west got it out
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So if you fix your … the west is falling off
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All them niggers are just lames is waiting to set it off
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Something like Queen Latifa and that movies set it off
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Knock it off
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Yeah I want no parts, call you the tin man, cause you got no heart
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To the west you no match cause you got no spark
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I’m rapping for the west, I’m making my mark
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In the history of west coast music
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On some mind tale shit, this is how we do it
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This is for the kids, cause they’re easily influenced
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I’m a make sure that I’m only speaking with the truth is
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Ain’t nothing worse than a waste of talent
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I ain’t gonna say that I’m the best when the … is rapid
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But everything I do, I do my best at it
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And keep my head up like a 2Pac rap alley
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I see drug dealers, I see drug addicts
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I see church folk and all 3 got habits
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A whole bunch of Eves, a whole bunch of Adams
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They ain’t learn from the Bible, they still ate the apple
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Indy yellow on the beat, is so beastie
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What’s up my nigger, I’m so easty
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I think I’m Dr.Dre ice cube and easy e, a nigger with an attitude
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They want that hood shit, they want that California love
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My niggers will roll up that good shit
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I got love for every hood, at the end of the day
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I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA
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You so beat dead bro, and my past life
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That they call me king diamond I play my cards right
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Look at my chain glow, diamonds lighting up
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The chain swing low, sweet chariot
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I make it Shawty aware so I call her Aquarius
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I make such terrestrial you niggers are aliens
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I got a dark chick and a yellow bone
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They … like the
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Get it, that mean they bad low key
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Why these niggers fronting like they don’t know me
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When they … play my song every night before she sleep, damn
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Now I see while niggers… till the death of me
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Till it’s nothing left for me
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Lord … niggers can’t …
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I mean fuck with us, oops, I ain’t meant to curse
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I guess I got lost in my rhymes, warrup bussa buss
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Picture me walking down Avalon
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Wife beater and my chucks on,
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Hood famous, whole neighborhood knows my songs
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But I ain’t stopping till all of my young niggers know
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I’m from the land the gang stars and drug dealers
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And next killers, praying to god forgive them
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So I don’t do it for the game, Jehovah my witness
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I do it for my hood niggers, the women and children
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They want that hood shit, they want that California love
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My niggers will roll up that good shit
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I got love for every hood, at the end of the day
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I love LA, I love LA, I love LA, I love LA.
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I Love LA
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| Kevin Mccall |
