[ras kass]

Strike threehehe

It's-just-thug-men-tal-i-tynigga..

Hayeahhhhayeah-yeahhhuh-uhhuhh..



Ras kass register richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes

Firm rubber no breakscalifornia plates golden state

Catch me sittin on the roofbumpin snoop

"gin and juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce

Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather

And vendettas cause l.a. niggaz be all about they cheddar

Hoochie bitches and b.g.'s too big for they britches

Curb servinthey double up to get richer

Fuck around them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha

Dump until six hit'chadon't let the sunshine and palm trees

Fool you get the pictureniggaz be in hollywood thinkin it's all good

But everything south of wilshireis all hood

Niggaz committin murder

Later that night at tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger

Menace ii societyseen that

Kobe and shaq - lakers bout to bring the championship ring back

From ladera heights to venice beach

Dime pieces with bmw leases and cartier timepieces

I was born to raise west coast til my casket drop

Throw up a dubspittin at the camera like 'pacptooey



Chorus: ras kass (repeat 2x)



Would y'all get down for mei'ma represent my town

So y'all represent y'all town for me

If a g's gettin madeput it down with me

Homey that's a west coast mentality



[ras kass]

Three-hundred and ten angelsflossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(? )

Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang too

Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak

Never been greedyif I ate/eightone-eight (donate)

So if I gotta choose a coastI got to choose the west

Born and raised out thereso don't - go there

Oh yeahI'm the illest niggaclownin y'all fools

With everything y'all say like luther luffeigh

I swoop through l.a. hoebendin y'all bitches like clay dough

Fuck what you say doethese streets are fatal pendejo

So everywhere I go I take west coast with me

Home of the drivebythug life and dickies

What you know about silk shirts (huh? )

Cross corded snakeskin beltsflippin off the front porch

Lesson number one - niggaz don't give a fuck

And lesson number two remember lesson number one



Chorus



[ras kass]

See in l.a.niggaz don't walkniggaz drive whips with beats

Weak niggaz trickmost niggaz say bitches ain't shit

But hoes gotta eat toothey all be at club lingerie

With a gay down to meet you

But fuck a three-piece suit

Y'all niggaz dressin like y'all goin to church

Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert

(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittinwe just parkin-lot pimpin'

Sunday nightjamaican goldhip-hop and cheeba

Tuesday lesbian divas be up in peanuts (what)

I be fuckin baby girl and her stud

Plus she said my dick was bigmy shit be up in the gut

Waittress bitch tryin to front like we broke"whattup loc? "

Give me a henn' and o.j. without slashin nicole's throat

C-arson niggaI'm just the illest emcee

All california loverest in peace bigga b.



Chorus 2x