Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine (feat. Anderson .Paak & Sonyae)

You can me catch rolling down Crenshaw, Crenshaw
 Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
 Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling indo
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs
 Parked at the light, give a fuck about a bitch nigga
 Only nigga worth six figures that still click triggers
 On my way to LAX, fuck the freeway
 Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I should
 But I'm a Compton nigga, west side monster nigga
 You should know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
 Call Big U and we going to see about that vagina in you
 You don't bang huh? That's that out of town in you
 My niggas eat late night, Mel's Diner menu
 You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you
 I had wolves at all kinds of venues
 Dub's show I let the snub show
 Shall I continue?
 Fucking niggas up like it was '05
 Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned
 Talking out your neck, get you buried in no time
 I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood
 You can me catch rolling down Crenshaw, Crenshaw
 Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
 Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling indo
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs
 Nip be where the Crips be
 Skeme be where the bloods be
 Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if niggas Cuz me
 Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood beef
 Same color rag, still laying where the subs be
 Naw fuck that nigga, I'll have a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
 I'll have a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga
 Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
 Life is crazy, yeah my life is crazy
 Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you baby
 Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five acres
 You wanna go to war? I got the paper
 Nigga wanna fade? I got the taper
 Nigga want to shoot? I got the laser
 Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a tape it
 And I don't put no tints on my whip
 One strap, full clip nigga!
 You can me catch rolling down Crenshaw, Crenshaw
 Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
 Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling indo
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
 Gang signs
 Bullets coming through the windows and the walls
 That's on the set, all my niggas on call
 Don't pray for me, pray for them niggas
 Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz nigga
 I want the rims nigga, and your gold chain
 Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
 I want the rims nigga, and your gold chain
 Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
 Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic like bitches makeup
 Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to breakup
 38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast
 Six bitches at my kitchen table ass naked
 I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, nigga I'm reckless
 Iced out Playboy pendant hanging from my necklace
 Used to take a brick chop that bitch up in sections
 Pack it in the car like its Mexican no flexin
 It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
 On Wimbleton and Brazil in my impala with the top back
 Where my nigga Top at?
 Remember them days before you and Rock brought Watts back?
 We was in Stevenson Village in front your crib nigga
 Leanin like a top hot, ordering Tommy burgers with everything
 Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
 Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm BLAT!