[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah and Dre he should've signed me(Why?) Because I been shitting on motherfuckers ever since '93 Known as that niggas that get you sicc hit you wit sum nitro You need insurance my nigga go check with Geico But you can check the sound scan it ain't no type-o 42,000 in a week just Sacramento Now I'm buying 100 sacks all green sacks of indo Even though some hate G-Blocc Them niggas my kin folks End if it come down to it I got confidence End if I'm going through it Garden Blocc will hop a fence With AK's like nigga let me tell you something You touch ours we touch yours we leave your belly cutting Your family touch'em your gang fuck'em this is are gang For moving no move nigga this is are thing You don't know what's going on nigga this is are pain We turn the game over like it was a card game Me and,Ehit,Twan Beezy, Believe me They been holding it down on a bigger level then Weezy So we going to hold Cali down like Tombstone You can keep me in the room alone better make it packing who knows
(Chorus) Because we west side riding Doors suiciding Pockets got green rye in them And always got nines in them We Still running this shit Because we just like the Clipse pistol grips We veterans it ain't nothing we make hits (x2)
[Verse 2: Mc Eiht] Before Ice-T made Colors go world wide I was a young B.G. banging the West Side Riding around 4-deep I might be the youngest Handing me the double-up any spot I slum this Talk shit on tape about the shooting and robbing In the hood all day niggas we steady mobbing On the blocc all day niggas knocking the muscle Since eighty-eight eight know how to hustle I rock the gang bang boogie never riding the bitch And rock the hood so well with my cousin Brotha Lynch And who started this chu-shit you better believe me Eiht was Straight Outta Compton right after Eazy-E And it's still a Compton thing we come strapped Music to drive-by keep the hood on the map If we the last man standing then it's Veterans Day Death threats we call out shots shooting the AK
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[Verse 3: MC Eiht) How I still sport a dark blue Khaki suit With the hood throwing up at my video shoots Ya'll know I'm classic shit is classic Get sprung collapse your lung Eiht and Lynch Hung 2 niggas from the West Coast ya'll can't test West side 'til I die nigga pound it on my chest Now everybody wanna be a motherfucking thug But then nobody wanna catch them slugs