Str8 West Coast

Yeah, Warren (aaahaaa aaaahaaa)
 Bullets at your window (dangerous)
 Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven
 Who gave you permission to try to stop me from livin huh?
 You've gotta ride better than that
 To move out in front of the pack
 It's two thousand and two
 My backpack raps got my backpack strapped and filled with plaques
 I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up
 I drop Pradda, lock and load, heat the streets up
 Ya'll takin pills, we takin penitentiary chances
 Never the same when I hit it and quit it
 You want it come get it, I'm wit it
 When I say that I'm wit it
 That means I got a main defense team that's gon get me acquitted
 G's is walkin out the courtroom like George Jefferson
 Stop the interviewin, the faggot had it comin to him
 What ya'll thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
 Too much smokin that Sherman shit
 I learnt this from the best that got ya'll sprung (what)
 The-the doctor Andre Young
 Compton, LB, ain't nothing y'all can tell me
 Goin hard on the yard till my dogs bail me
 They tells me I can't proceed wit it
 I came back and got Warren G wit it
 Still smoking on that indo
 Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no
 I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo
 I'm rollin on some real oh no
 Bout to get it, but niggas trip though
 I'm the realest and they all know
 You need a filter or you will choke
 That's all a nigga will smoke
 Now, niggas better get between their door (door)
 I'm shakin all your shit onto the floor
 And niggas don't get it
 But be careful what you ask for you just might get it
 Yo the undisputed middle weight champ runnin like Hopkins
 Clap six to ya shins niggas start hoppin (Sheist never stoppin)
 In other words, if your click full
 Can't press mute and it don't apply now
 I'm feelin funny in the tummy and a nigga ain't been eatin for weeks (I'm sick)
 I ain't trying to get no better
 Infect the world leavin Vicks in an old sweater
 Tell me if it ain't me, who got the best plannin (yup)
 Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin
 Who gots your undivided attention
 Who makes your panties wet girl (what)
 Which nigga on TV that you see makes you wanna give up the draws
 At parties and shows, I mash regardless
 Yo hardest flows couldn't stop this bombardment
 I clench the vision till there's no room for expansion
 All prepared for war it's Knoc's landin
 A nightly stalker, in shadows I walk
 Mindin my own while haters throw soft
 The more I succeed, the more bitches clock
 Through my peripheral vision I watch subconsciously
 Waitin to introduce you to tragedy see
 Still smoking on that indo
 Smoke, oh no don't pretend oh no
 I woulda came but I was dead break, no mo
 I'm rollin on some real oh no
 Bout to get it, but niggas trip though
 I'm the realest and they all know
 You need a filter or you will choke
 That's all a nigga will smoke