Congratulations

Evidence is the General
 Defari is the Lieuteneant
 And this that street music
 That roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music
 And we very adamant about this West Coast shit
 And I'm here to keep tellin' you...
 I'm often imitated but never the same
 De-Far-I tatted in your brain
 Rhymes are refined like a diamond chain
 Some of y'all ain't even worth a pound of grain
 I stay twenty steps ahead in my lane
 That's twenty different ways not to sound mundane
 I straight mash them with the passion and pain
 That's why I give it my all plus what remains
 That's 110 dogg, it never changed
 When they announce my name, I fly the plane
 I've seen the black Madonna's face in the mountains of Spain
 I've seen the West stand up with the lyrics of game
 I spit fire through the hail, sleet, snow or rain
 I'm the sun that's blarin' through your window pane
 I'm the one who elevated from whence he came
 That first grandson of Mary and James (yup)
 I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit
 Oh nigga don't trip
 One wrong move in your chest will dig
 I congratulate you, just let me live
 Fierce like lions jumpin' on they prey
 They bump me in Japan, the man from L.A.
 I rock with the best that known for years
 The champagne bottles, tour buses, the leer
 The MTV, BET, the clubs
 The X to the Z, P's halves and dubs
 Frequent Flyer Miles like all day long
 The pull ups, the dips, Steady Arm's that Strong
 Limited experience not my cup
 Take more than a stripper to get me up
 And I don't mean from the bed, I mean for us to f---
 Old school, I still call a ugly girl a duck
 Shake 'em off, I shot the sheriff, take the bacon off
 The streets of L.A. the black male gets taken off
 Obvious I rhyme tight, you're the sloppiest
 You're so off-beat, a degree below the novices
 I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit
 Oh nigga don't trip
 One wrong move in your chest will dig
 I congratulate you, just let me live
 Smoother than a white fox in fresh snow
 Break bread at the do' and see the best show
 Defari, yes to Mr. West Coast
 With the air from his chest he gots the best flows
 Los Angeles, we gots the best 'dro
 Man handle this, get in and let's go
 What it do, nothin' less, Hennessy or Mo'
 Tell the truth my concoction tend to be them both
 Roll up a blunt and stay cool my nigga
 The streets full of animals, they fools my nigga
 The city's like one big zoo my nigga
 The police can't stand me and you my nigga
 I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit
 Oh nigga don't trip
 One wrong move in your chest will dig
 I congratulate you, just let me live
 Oh nigga don't trip... oh nigga don't trip...