Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
That's how we ride
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
My pants hang below my waistline
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
That's how we ride
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Slugs for the fuck of it
Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's
Recognize this
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we threw up
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta recognize
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Here it tick tick tick tick
Blast you, for that set you claim
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
I look humble wanna rumble?
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
Cock me back
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Got 'em jumpin'
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
G'd from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Analyze why we act this way, in L.A.
Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
And bruise by the case
That's how we ride
From sundown to sunup, clown done run up
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
But this shit come all the way back around here
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
Analyze why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A.
I was raised in the hood called What-The-Dif'
And Hittman bought a fix
