Str8 Westcoast - Remix-feat. Warren G, Shade Shiest, Nate Dogg & Xhibit

Super ugly
 Mr X to tha Z
 Yeah, Warren
 LA indo, gangster and mack mo
 Bullets at your window, dangerous
 Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission
 To try to stop me from livin', huh? Try again faggot
 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 Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up
 You weak fuck
 Shakin' and dancin'
 Y'all takin' pills, we takin' penitentiary chances
 I'm too advanced is
 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
 Warren G
 What y'all thought, I wasn't gonna return with a hit
 Too much smokin' that Sherman shit
 I learnt this from the best that got y'all sprung
 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
 West coast, still smoking on that indo
 Smoke, oh no, don't pretend, oh no
 I woulda came but I was dead broke, no mo
 I'm rollin' on some real, oh no
 'Bout to get it, but niggas trip though, let's go
 I'm the realest and they all know real dope
 You need a filter or you will choke, indo
 That's all a nigga will smoke, oh no
 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', Shiest 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 but rather
 Infect the world leavin' Vicks in a old sweater
 Knoc's landin', tell me if it ain't me, who got the best planin'?
 Who got your ears tuned it and who keeps you listenin'?
 Who gots your undivided attention?
 Who makes your panties wet, girl?
 Hold up, pause, 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 it's Knoc's landin'