[Chorus 1: W.C.]
Noid, I got these niggas all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint (Dub Sizzle)
Noid, we got these niggas all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
[Chorus 2: Ice Cube]
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot but no they not (No)
[Verse 1: W.C.]
Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sippin' a O.E
Who that G from the L to the E to the N-c-H, M-O to the B?
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Cause erasin' me out the strip loc
Is like Ray J and Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to Walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch what you lookin' at?
Noid, I got these niggas all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy joint (Dub Sizzle)
Noid, we got these niggas all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on point
[Chorus 2: Ice Cube]
I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown (Blow it back)
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials (Dub Sizzle)
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggas think they hot but no they not (No)
[Verse 1: W.C.]
Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sippin' a O.E
Who that G from the L to the E to the N-c-H, M-O to the B?
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
Cause erasin' me out the strip loc
Is like Ray J and Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to Walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch what you lookin' at?
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