Don’t Go There Fatell (Ft. Chino XL)

[Intro: Chino XL]
Yo, that's one thing about the West Coast, son, I can't front
Niggas is gunslinging, you know what I mean?
You won't find niggas arguing over parking spaces and shit out here
Uh fucking get your lights blown the fuck out now
Nah'mean, young Fatell what's good?
Chino what up, dog?
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[Verse 1: Fatell]
What's new on the West, I'm that dude on the West
Fatell drops bombs, I'm a nuclear threat
I am one of a kind I am not like the rest
8 + 1, that's 9 to your chest
Y'all do so not 'bout it
You're all homos like Brokeback Mountain
Mr. Number 2, I'm the shit
I am one young kid that'll bite your click
You better run and hide before the cyclone hit
It's 51-50 when the psycho spit
My goons will lеave you holy like a Bible script
Dial 911, call 5-0 quick
Thеy call me Magic Johnson 'cause I rhyme so sick
You've been looking for the truth, well, I am it
I'm coming to your crib like a process server
Drop a bomb in your mail like a pissed postal worker