(feat. The Gamblaz)



[JT Tha Bigga Figga talking]

Yeah, yeah West Coast Bad Boyz part 3 nigga, part 3 nigga

JT Tha Bigga Figga, Tha Gamblaz yeah

Doing it for my nigga Master P one more gin, uh

You better know about it, uh uh uh uh

We don't talk, we don't talk, we don't talk, uh uh

You better know about it, uh uh



[JT Tha Bigga Figga]

You better know about that 4-5-7 we make it happen

Strangle industry niggas by they feet with verbal rapping

I'm a California kingpin a west coast bad boy

Chop it up in pyrex pots, cook the last four

Weighing it out, keep my name out your mouth

We came in your house, and all we want's them thangs in your couch

We keep the privates confidential, face masked potential

Laced with that infra sharp as number two pencils

Linked like a two way pager my niggas major

Play for the Lakers, the Sonics and the Portland Trailblazers 

Sitting at the stoplight, my dubs still spinning

Candy coated cadillac rovers we still in em

I'm an independent tycoon, living up in the mic room

64 tracks in intact, it make you bite you

On a for reala got you going blood finnas

Now we tearing down your project buildings like godzilla



[Chorus: Tha Gamblaz]

You better know about it, and how to go about it

If it ain't real it's fake and we don't flow about it

It's time for the truth so buckle up and grab a seat

And get the facts from these real life VIP's

You better know about it, and how to go about it

If it ain't real it's fake and we don't flow about it

Get ready the clock is ticking we can't waste time

Here in California westcoast 4-1-5



[Telly Mac]

Yo it's Telly Mac the general rapping for politics

And them niggas that be hating get split with hollow tips

Trying to come against collosso-click, bitch you could swallow dick

We on some trench coat mafia shit

My boys equal to bricks just ask the dopeman 

Like bitches on the mic I spit tight to slow jams

I'm the ghetto spokesman, but ain't that Hova

This Telly Mac about to snap and take the game over 

Eliminating you imitating cats, when I'm demonstrating acts

Putting cracks in all 48 tracks

I'm sickened to my scratch like bullets and straps

I battle for contracts in combat

Spit a bomb rap on contact, I'm bomb back and blow shit

Bring your whole click I take no shit, I'm dump like four zips

And plus I'm out the four chips

Representing Frisco to get low west coast bitch



[Chorus]



[Commissiona]

If you don't know about Tha Gamblaz, you don't know shit

We catch us now on top and still flaming the shit

We gone minus rule the world entire

Battling with us is like losing your luck, your life expired

We don't rest in the west we make moves

We bad boys with plenty of noise and we voicing the truth

You like the way we pop collars, establishing the empire

Us some real riders, can't shit divide us

I'm on fire like when Kobe acting 3-point popping a J

Before you speak nigga honor my name

You get hit from the flock of the flame

I'm rich like em copping caine from Filmore was born to ways

The home of the sheisty, renegades hundreds and these

You like the shit we spit on part two but this is three

I want the whole world to know about me, until I'm gone

I'ma carry on for T-Bo, R.I.P. you better know



[Chorus]