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(Verse 1)
As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre
Second comin mothafucker
Throw it up for the king of LA
I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball
Fuck the law
Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard
In crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty?
G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy
Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
(Chorus)
*Scratching*
I got the remedy
*Scratching*
Aftermath got the remedy
*Scratching*
Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up
'Fore you get your punk ass smoked
(Verse 2)
I ain't no joke, G
So don't provoke me
I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
"Where you from fool?"
Better say you pro-black
'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin
Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers
Now that 'Pac passed
Tryin to put us on death row
Get ready for the aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a 1-8-7
Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand?
Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam
So kick back and watch the bitches dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I'm back by popular demand
And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4
Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West coast still pimpin
Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin
So what you sayin lo (?)
Red and blue bandana tied in a knot
As I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast
As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?)
The key to drive-bys is to aim steady
Turn that fake (?) into confetti
When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes
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