[ti:Some La Niggaz]
[ar:Dr.Dre]
[al:]
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[00:00.43]Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
[00:04.00](West West y'all)
[00:04.98]Yeah, L.A. niggaz
[00:07.77]L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
[00:09.35]Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
[00:12.10]Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
[00:14.06]But this shit come all the way back around here
[00:15.94]My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
[00:19.43]Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
[00:21.43]L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
[00:24.87]Recognize this
[00:26.61]Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
[00:29.18]Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
[00:31.58]G'd from the feet up
[00:33.14]Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up
[00:35.88]Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
[00:39.08]At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up
[00:41.46]Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
[00:44.25]You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
[00:46.99]But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
[00:49.76]Now there's another motherfucker with no future
[00:52.31]But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
[00:56.13]
[00:57.92]I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
[01:00.99]Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
[01:03.50]Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
[01:06.14]From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
[01:09.94]Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks
[01:13.02]and Hittman bought a fix
[01:14.72]Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
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[01:19.68]Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
[01:23.23]Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it
[01:25.75]From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up
[01:28.84]The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
[01:31.55]We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat
[01:35.63]Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
[01:42.37]It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
[01:46.74]Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!
[01:52.00]Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
[01:55.92]They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
[01:59.12]cock me back
[02:00.18]Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
[02:02.69]who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
[02:05.17]But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
[02:07.94]Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
[02:10.56]Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
[02:14.36]Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
[02:16.98]I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
[02:19.82]My pants hang below my waistline
[02:22.21]I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
[02:24.34]I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
[02:26.51]don't waste my time
[02:27.74]Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
[02:30.42]One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
[02:33.25]Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
[02:35.67]I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
[02:38.50]Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
[02:41.06]Slugs for the fuck of it
[02:42.82]Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
[02:45.45]If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
[02:49.16]Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
[02:51.65]It's AvireX-to-the-Z
[02:53.41]Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,
[02:56.19]cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
[03:00.35]Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
[03:02.58]What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
[03:05.37]like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself
[03:08.03]Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'
[03:11.04]Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
[03:13.44]Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
[03:16.34]Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
[03:19.16]and bruise by the case
[03:20.85]SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
[03:24.48]Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
[03:26.98]Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
[03:30.30]Chorus
[03:37.22]In L.A.
[04:06.87]That's how we ride (4X)