Dr. Dre Dr. Dre - Some L.A. Niggaz Lyrics

MC Ren]
Yeah n____, MC Ren up in this m_________er
(West West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. n____z
L.A. n____z rule the world n____
Y'all n____z gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
n____z don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this s___ come all the way back around here
My n____ Dre, droppin heat box on y'all b____-a__
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. n____z, connected all over the m_________in world, n____
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 Zoo, a pi' grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my class, just to f___ yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, n____ tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all n____z quick to shoot you
Now there's another m_________er 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 b____
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, n____ what?
Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
a___yze why we act this way -- in L.A.!
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
c___ 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 n____z 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 n____z 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
f___ a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-a__ b____es
Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the f___ of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a d___
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a w____
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
f___in 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
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 n____z, 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
In L.A.
That's how we ride (4X)

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