Somebody gon' make me break the law
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
Dollar menus smell like shit
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
LAX, Phantom double R, and accelerate
One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
Traffic contraband, yeah, banned through the interstate
You better get ready for the war
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
You better get ready for the war
You better get ready for the war
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
Irate, get snatched to a better place
X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin' I fail
You better get ready for the war
Got a sick flow, didn't know? Let me demonstrate
Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate
King California, LAX
X Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
It's so frustratin', so many hatin'
One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing
Somebody gon' make me break the law
'Cuz if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin
And the spring that's connected to the firin' pin
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it
Break down your whole regime, like an M16
In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase
Somebody gon' make me break the law
King California, LAX
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
Somebody gon' make me break the law
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball
You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
Fully automatic spittin' rounds with no sound
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
I'm strong arm steady, you fragile and frail
You gettin' shut own soon as I touch down
You better get ready for the war
Somebody gon' make me break the law
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin'
