Bank On It Mausberg (Ft. 2nd II None & Playa Hamm)

[Intro: Mausberg]
California, uh Sheppard Lane, John Doe
Booya
Blow ya hammer mister Quik baby
Downtown baby, downtown baby
Uh, we gets down baby
Uh, downtown baby, West coast for life
We gets down baby

[Verse 1: Mausberg]
Mister, mister Mausberg, Playa Hamm
God damn we the bomb
We the first and the last dons
Representas, pastime sinners on the rise
Young, black, money making riders who died of affiliation
Fool, I'm from Compton, real G's don't turn soft
Fool, we be stompin'
Rolls with my riders who be burgundy'd up, and blued up
When it's time for the rumble my dogs, we trued up
I don't lounge with the squad we gon' smash yo' ass
West side 'til I die, dog give us the cash
California to the N-Y, and the dirty South
Me and West the business, that's what I'm all about
Throw yo' hands in the sky if you can feel this
Good lookin' out Quik, Compton got another hit
Mausberg the superb's on his way to the top
Sheppard Lane, John Doe, fool it don't stop