Текст песни Dr. Dre - 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. niggazL.A. niggaz rule the world niggaY`all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?Niggaz don`t wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?But this shit come all the way back around hereMy nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y`all bitch-assYaknahmsayin? You gotta recognizeL.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, niggaRecognize this[Time Bomb]Now in my younger days I used to sport a ragBackpack full of cans plus a four-four magG`d from the feet upBlued up from the sewer`s how I grew upLoc`n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools upDitchin my class, just to fuck yo` school upYou don`t wanna blast, nigga tuck yo` tool upBut don`t sleep, y`all niggaz quick to shoot youNow there`s another motherfucker with no futureBut Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like CubaGot em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}[King T]I`m comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannonSmoke big green, call it Bruce BannerWatch your manners, at last another blast from the top notchFrom way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witchaPicture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liksand Hittman bought a fixDon`t trip, it`s a Time Bomb in this bitchHere it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}Wait a minute it`s on, I tell it like a true mackadelicWeed and cocaine sold seperate, check itFrom sundown to sunup -- clown done run upThe Aftermath`ll be two in your gut, nigga what?Chorus: Knoc-Turn`al, KokaneWe roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heatRequirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!It don`t stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the copsAnalyze why we act this way -- in L.A.![Hittman]Gimme that mic fool, it`s a West coast jack moveThey call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats docock me backBust caps for my max crew, at Fairfaxwho used to wear Air Max shoes, that`s trueBut I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass youBlast 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 gangI helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane`sMy pants hang below my waistlineI look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baselinedon`t waste my timeFuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK`s and 9`sOne-time`s, sunshines, and fine-ass bitchesHawaiian 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 HollywoodSlugs for the fuck of itAnybody hatin on us can suck a dickIf I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floorBetter than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whoreIt`s AvireX-to-the-ZFuckin with me might get you banned from TV,cassette and CD it`s all mine the whole nine the right timeMultiply, we don`t die, the streets don`t lieWhat, so neither do I, I`m bad for your healthlike 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 drawerLet em come in BLAOW he see the thunder rollRoll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo`and bruise by the caseSLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre lacedLikwit Kings wit Sedans and gold ringsHaters fold the style, but can`t find no openingsChorus[Outro]In L.A.That`s how we ride (4X)