Some La Niggaz Lyrics

Some La Niggaz lyrics

[mc ren]

 Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this motherfucker

 (west west y'all)

 Yeah, l.a. niggaz

 L.a. niggaz rule the world nigga

 Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?

 Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?

 But this shit come all the way back around here

 My nigga dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass

 Yaknahmsayin?	you gotta recognize

 L.a. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga

 Recognize this

 

 [time bomb]

 Now in my younger days i used to sport a rag

 Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

 G'd from the feet up

 Blued up from the sewer's how i grew up

 Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)

 At leimert park, taggin, hittin fools up

 Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up

 You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

 But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you

 Now there's another motherfucker with no future

 But time bomb much smoother when i manuever, dope like cuba

 Got em jumpin {*king t starts speakin, indecipherable*}

 

 [king t]

 I'm comin "straight outta compton" with a loose cannon

 Smoke big green, call it bruce banner

 Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch

 From way back with the pop rocks, i pop lock witcha

 Picture this, dr. dre twistin wit tha liks

 And hittman bought a fix

 Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch

 Here it tick tick tick tick {*boom*}

 Wait a minute it's on, i tell it like a true mackadelic

 Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it

 From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up

 The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

 

 Chorus: knoc-turn'al, kokane

 

 We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat

 Requirements for survival each day -- in l.a.!

 It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

 Analyze why we act this way -- in l.a.!

 

 [hittman]

 Gimme that mic fool, it's a west coast jack move

 They call me hitt - cause i spit like gats do

 Cock me back

 Bust caps for my max crew, at fairfax

 Who used to wear air max shoes, that's true

 But i grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you

 Blast 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 gang

 I helped niggaz get, jacked for they dana dane's

 My pants hang below my waistline

 I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)

 I bang though, like vince carter from the baseline

 Don't waste my time

 Fuck a scrap in killa cali, ak's and 9's

 One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches

 Hawaiian 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 hollywood

 Slugs for the fuck of it

 Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick

 If i catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor

 Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore

 It's avirex-to-the-z

 Fuckin with me might get you banned from tv,

 Cassette and cd it's all mine the whole nine the right time

 Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie

 What, so neither do i, i'm bad for your health

 Like 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 drawer

 Let em come in blaow he see the thunder roll

 Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'

 And bruise by the case

 Slap you in the face with the bass, dr. dre laced

 Likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings

 Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

 

 Chorus

 

 [outro]

 In l.a.

 

 That's how we ride (4x)