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Xzibit
Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time
It seem' like the whole world is waiting on the West Coast
We missed you... welcome back... Let's go!

Uhh, yeah that, New West
(Yes)
C'mon, uhh (uhuh)
(Uhh)
Here we go; Steady Gang, Steady Gang, Steady Gang, Steady Gang
Uhh, yeah that
(Yes)
Klack klack - klack klack klack klack klack klack, uhh c'mon
Yeah, uhh
(Yeah! Yeah!)

Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out
When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out
Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out
Hear my name bein' called out, nuclear fallout
Full body armor with bangers, we goin' all out
Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out
Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out
Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out
Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route
Scrape a .38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out
I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon now!)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have your niggaz plottin' revenge and puttin songs out
Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out
Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought
Show you what this gangsta-killa Cali is all about

[Chorus 2X]
Klack, for the niggaz that bangin' it in the city and
Klack, for the enemies creepin' to come and get me (Klack klack klack klack klack)
Be thankful, if you get away alive
You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin' die, so keep it movin'

Yo! You don't like how I'm livin'? Well fuck you!
Nostradamus style, make every line come through
Don't make me spit, predict your last action
Last man standing (yeah), last man laughin' (yeah)
Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (click!)
Hit you long range, high-powered 30-30 shit
If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle
Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!)
Knock the soul out of your body
Stay plottin' like Bin Laden to swoop down and crash your party
All bark no bite (shiiit!) we don't bark nigga
We bite to the white then shake 'till the afterlife
Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy?
Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali
We classic, go 'head, speak my name
And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star Game, c'mon!

[Chorus 2X]

Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade
Bitch-made niggaz get hit with a hand grenade
Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road
And I'm back in the hood lookin' for somethin' to smoke
Everytime, I use the element of surprise
With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide
I elevate my rhythm by hustlin' crack addicts
Get locked but when I'm released I'm back at it
See Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and
Phil got the costumers comin' to get it early we
Came a long way from po-lice chasin' us
For dope in our sucks and angel dust
Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin' their titties
This, mac'll have you bitch-niggaz runnin' like P. Diddy
I'll bang you, comin' out the side of your mouth
We the reason why you stay in the house, dizzle, gang

Uh-huh, yeah that, recognize nigga
Uhh, klack klack klack klack klack
(Uhh) Steady Gang is now here
The West is here, we're nowhere anyway nigga
Uhh, get aboard bitch
Uhh, get aboard, klack back here, klack klack klack klack klack
Uh-huh, yeah that recognize,
The Golden State, for those that hate
Uh-huh, yeah, nigga we bringin' it to the streets
We ain't going nowhere
Niggas been buyin' till, jewelry, cars
The whole mothafuckin' run, nigga
Don't matter nigga
Nigga he West ain't going nowhere
But now we on TV, Steady Gang!
(nigga) Klack klack klack

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