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