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[ VERSE 1 ]
Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters I just got it waxed, now I`m true without a doubt Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce He said it wasn`t hot, I made him watch the back-bounce Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp I dropped by my old crib just to see it`s all good The little homies moved in the spot with Lil` Wood See, niggas this way don`t give a damn about you hoes We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo`s With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks Keep a eye on who`s who and muthafuck what`s what For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment It`s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I`ma speak on it [ CHORUS ] Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood) Move on gangstas, move on Move on gangstas, move on Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood) Groove on hustlers, groove on Groove on hustlers, groove on [ VERSE 2 ] Man, the night comes and a gangsta`s intuition I hops in my `burban, limited edition I`m lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that`s my mission I`m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin What will it be, Pepper`s or that spot Paradise? They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice Suckers, I`m a gee, I got some ( ? ) I ain`t touched Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch Nigga what, raised by ballers, I`m legit And if you don`t believe, ask Freeway Rick You don`t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess Or his brother Big Droop, OG`s, nothin less It`s many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice But I done seen none of y`all when it was time to truce And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] These busters better recognize what`s comin Dancin on D`s with the Alpine humpin Every since the child knew the ways to live foul Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I`m real I represent the West to the fullest extent A Southern California Hub City resident Yes yes y`all, it`s not a secret no more I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore Like that, comin with that West Coast strap Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it This one`s for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment But if your ass can`t comprehend fool, speak on it [ CHORUS ]
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