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Yeah, L.A. niggaz
 
Yeah, L.A. niggaz
 
L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
 
L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
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Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, ya know wha'i'm sayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
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Niggaz don't wanna peep game, ya know wha'i'm sayin'?
 
But this shit come all the way back around here
 
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
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My nigga Dre, droppin' heat rocks on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin?  You gotta recognize
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Ya know wha'i'm sayin'?  You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
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L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
 
Recognize this
 
Recognize this
  
 
[Time Bomb]
 
[Time Bomb]
 
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
 
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
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Backpack full of cans plus a 4-4 Mag
 
G'd from the feet up
 
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
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Blued up from the shoe up, how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
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Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' 'til we threw up ('til we threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up
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At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
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Ditchin' my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
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You don't wanna blast, nigga, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
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But don't sleep, young niggaz quick to shoot you
 
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
 
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
 
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
 
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}
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Got em jumpin' {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}
  
 
[King T]
 
[King T]
I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
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I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
 
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
 
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
 
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
 
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
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From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock wit'cha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks
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Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit' Tha Liks
 
and Hittman bought a fix
 
and Hittman bought a fix
 
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
 
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
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Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane
 
Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane
  
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
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We roll deep, smoke on weed, drink and pack heat
 
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
 
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
 
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
 
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
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[Hittman]
 
[Hittman]
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
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Gimme that mic, fool, it's a West Coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
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They call me Hitt - 'cause I spit like gats do
 
cock me back
 
cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
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Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax,
 
who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
 
who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
 
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
 
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
 
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
 
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
 
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
 
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
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Blued up or flamed, I ran wit' a gang
 
I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
 
I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
 
My pants hang below my waistline
 
My pants hang below my waistline
 
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
 
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
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I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline,
 
don't waste my time
 
don't waste my time
 
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
 
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
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Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
 
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
 
Slugs for the fuck of it
 
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
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Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
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If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
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Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
 
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
 
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,
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Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV,
 
cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
 
cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
 
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
 
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
 
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
 
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself
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like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
  
 
[Defari]
 
[Defari]
Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'
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Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
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Glock .45 in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
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Let em come in BAH he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
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Roll with niggaz, who buy fifths by the fo'
and bruise by the case
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and brews by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
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SLAP you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
 
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
 
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
 
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
 
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

Latest revision as of 13:16, 5 July 2006

Some L.A. Niggaz
Artist: Dr. Dre
Album: 2001



[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, ya know wha'i'm sayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, ya know wha'i'm sayin'?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat rocks on y'all bitch-ass
Ya know wha'i'm sayin'? 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 4-4 Mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the shoe up, how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' 'til we threw up ('til we 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, young 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 wit'cha
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 flamed, 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 .45 in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BAH he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who buy fifths by the fo'
and brews 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)