Str8 West Coast-影视原声

Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa) Bullets at your window (dangerous) Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh? You've gotta ride better than that To move out in front of the pack It's two thousand and two My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances Never the same when I hit it and quit it You want it come get it, I'm wit it When I say that I'm wit it That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit Too much smokin that Sherman shit I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what) The-the doctor Andre Young Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me They tells me I can't proceed wit it I came back and got Warren G wit it Still smoking on that indo Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo I'm rollin on some real oh no Bout to get it, but niggas trip though I'm the realest and they all know You need a filter or you will choke That's all a n***a will smoke Now, niggas better get between their door (door) I'm shakin all your s**t onto the floor And niggas don't get it But be careful what you ask for you just might get it Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin) In other words, if your click full Can't press mute and it don't apply now I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a n***a ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick) I ain't trying to get no better Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup) Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin Who gots your undivided attention Who makes your panties wet girl (what) Which n***a on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws At parties and shows, I mash regardless Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk Mindin my own while haters throw soft The more I succeed, the more B*****s clock Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see Still smoking on that indo Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo I'm rollin on some real oh no Bout to get it, but niggas trip though I'm the realest and they all know You need a filter or you will choke That's all a n***a will smoke