Oh, this is lovely.
We live, baby. West Coast.
The sun always shines.
Oh, she wish she was living here,
punk.
I can't help but talk about
where I'm from.
You know what I mean, man?
Yeah. Real G -Doc.
See me and my n***a Marv,
we cause a mess
Bare arms and thump
n****s out for the rest
Have you ever seen two n****s solo,
keen, firefly
Goddy, I'm so O .G., curse the chip
Words get spit and spoken live
from San Fran, L .A. to Oakland
San Jose to Sack, off Indica Sacks
San Diego stompin'
the wood to Compton
I'm just too vicious, piranha fishes
I'll make the four dangle
on a four degree angle
Grab the nickel and split niggas
in half like mango
I spit a verse and let the nine first
And I'ma let these busters know like
Bitch this crêpe, crêpe, crêpe
And if you didn't hear me the first time
Let me rewind
Crêpe, crêpe, givin' on twists
And I'ma let these busters know like
Bitch this blood, blood, blood
And if you didn't hear me the first time
Let me rewind
Blood, blood, don't get fucked up
It should be against the law,
wearin' so much red
I'm in the ghetto gettin' money,
nigga, fuck the feds
Them blue boys be like,
what up, cousin?
Shit, it's all good, homie,
what's buzzin', buzzin'?
An d it ain't where you at,
lil' nigga, it's where you from
Love thy brother, cause niggas die young
I rock so much ice,
a nigga neck be hurtin'
They wanna give a nigga life
for the tat on my neck
It's 415 on mine for certain
But I fuck with the Crips, man,
and that's on the set
I do the Red Cranberry
with the Stoley Focker
On some other shit like nigga you know me,
pardner
And I'ma let these busters know like
Bitch this crêpe
And if you didn't hear me the first time
Let me rewind
Crêpe, crêpe, dippin' on twist
And I'ma let these busters know like
Bitch this blood
And if you didn't hear me the first time
Let me rewind
Blood, blood, don't get fucked up
There's still nothin' you can do to hurt me
I got bitches from U of A
all the way to Berkeley
Let's fly, purple indica gettin' me high
I'm a mechanical monster,
shermed and fried West ride,
Bitch niggas die when we
ride by
Motherfuckers get to business
when these teflons fly
I stop knockin' with the jamac
and let the k -bow by
Leave a little homie wet up,
I'm livin' the life
Redbone in the scrape,
pretty feet on my dash
Gang dog blood nigga, one of the last
Trill niggas at a trill niggas
without no mask
Uniting with TC niggas
to see more cash
And if you didn't hear me the first time,
let me rewind
Crip, crip, dippin' on twists
And I'ma let these bustas know like
Bitch, this blood, blood,
And if you didn't hear
me the first time,
let me rewind
Blood, blood, don't get fucked up
Yeah, what it do, man?
B's up, C's up
Nigga, this is a national anthem,
homeboy
Stand the fuck up
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
This song is dedicated to Stanley
Ticket Williams, man
We move a nation home, boy
Let's tell these Africans
what this blood
and this crip really mean, man
What it really stand for,
you know what I'm talkin'
bout?
Motherfuckers who died over these colors
Get gold to show you
they don't give a fuck about us
You know what mean?
So this is dedicated to us, man
Stand up The Bay fuck with L .A.,
nigga, highlight your boy
I wanna give a special shout -out
to Cypress Hill
The West wouldn't be nothing
without Mexicans, man
Brown pride
Black and brown, baby, forever
For a lifetime West gon' ride
I holla
Messy Marv
