[Ras Kass]
Strike three, hehe
It's-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, n****..
Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh..
Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, b**pin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather
and vendettas cause L.A. n***** be all about they cheddar
Hoochie b****** and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get richer
f*** around them lil' n***** comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, n***** be in Hollywood thinkin it's all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all hood
n***** committin murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, seen 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 dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey
Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2X)
Would y'all get down for me, I'ma represent my town
so y'all represent y'all town for me
If a G's gettin made, put it down with me
Homey that's a West Coast Mentality
[Ras Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to g******* too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so don't - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest n****, clownin y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all b****** like clay dough
f*** what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and d***ies
What you know about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - n***** don't give a f***
and lesson number two remember lesson number one
Chorus
[Ras Kass]
See in L.A., n***** don't walk, n***** drive whips with beats
Weak n***** trick, most n***** say b****** ain't s***
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to meet you
But f*** a three-piece suit
Y'all n***** dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday l****** divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be f***** baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my d*** was big, my s*** be up in the gut
Waittress b**** tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson n****, I'm just the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B.
Chorus 2X
Strike three, hehe
It's-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, n****..
Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh..
Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, b**pin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather
and vendettas cause L.A. n***** be all about they cheddar
Hoochie b****** and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get richer
f*** around them lil' n***** comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, n***** be in Hollywood thinkin it's all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all hood
n***** committin murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, seen 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 dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey
Chorus: Ras Kass (repeat 2X)
Would y'all get down for me, I'ma represent my town
so y'all represent y'all town for me
If a G's gettin made, put it down with me
Homey that's a West Coast Mentality
[Ras Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to g******* too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so don't - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest n****, clownin y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all b****** like clay dough
f*** what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and d***ies
What you know about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - n***** don't give a f***
and lesson number two remember lesson number one
Chorus
[Ras Kass]
See in L.A., n***** don't walk, n***** drive whips with beats
Weak n***** trick, most n***** say b****** ain't s***
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to meet you
But f*** a three-piece suit
Y'all n***** dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday l****** divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be f***** baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my d*** was big, my s*** be up in the gut
Waittress b**** tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson n****, I'm just the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace Bigga B.
Chorus 2X