My brother Diaz made this.
What's happenin' Diaz? We back.
It's the weeklies.
This * bring back memories, you know?
I remember Snoop Dogg kicked the door down for the city.
Long Beach, that is.
Everybody start poppin'.
But it wasn't always good, you feel me?
Once upon a time in the LBC
I was flat broke cause the money ain't free
I just want hydraulics on a chrome 63
And pimp a couple hoes on 7th and Cherry
Tell them bitches have my money like I'm ODB
Maybe I could graduate and flip a quarter key
Suddenly I turned to the MIC
And everything changed, that's when I became me
Stalkin', walkin', smart as Stephen Hawking
Ballin' like Napoleon, Bonaparte, even Kaufman
I been puttin' beats in a coffin since the Walkman
Hoes all over my Johnny, Mr. Cochran
Every time I write for the doctor, it's the doctrine
Dippin' on the north side, borderline of Compton
Look at how my horse ride, gone drop
Drop to Topton, city by the shore side
Long Beach is poppin', young niggas activate
Beats I decapitate, freestyles catchin'
Them bodies, too many to calculate
So I got down with the pound, I couldn't procrastinate
With D-O-double-G on the hooks, I missed the mastinate
Back then, wack rappers, we would assassinate
Pullin' up to the studio session, you couldn't get past the gate
No auto-tune could save you, we can't collaborate
Treat your wet dreams like steam, watch them evaporate
Yo * is truly weak, y'all niggas booty cheeks
All my flows booger with fugly, missin' they beauty sleep
Niggas wanna play me like rugby, I let the Uzi speak
Then I'ma break your bitches off lovely, right on the Gucci sheets
Slick Rick chains on, get my Rick James on
Ducked off with a super freak to get brains blown
Niggas trippin' my city, get banged on
Bullets don't shoot out the barrel, they get flame thrown
I guess it's just the same song everywhere
I used to wear a death row chain in the electric chair
I used to keep a tech in my lap, cause * was hectic there
And all my unreleased material is still legendary
Reap, I see the game through a crystal ball
They paint murals on me, steal my backs against the wall
Fist the ball, listen dawg, sneak this and get you boo-bop
* reminiscing, the pissin' Sonny Liston off, chip em off
Y'all niggas foolish, my homies behind the prison wall
For y'all, I'ma do this, I ain't new to the game
I know some deuces and trades, I know some shooters with K's
I know some lucrative ways to help get you through the maze
I had some fugitive days, I left producers amazed
I know the booth is ablaze, so we gon' sling a ounce to this
Then invest it in real estate and flip a house to this because
Once upon a time in the LBC, I was flat broke cause the money ain't free
I just want hydraulics on a chrome 63 and pimp a couple hoes on 7th and Cherry
Tell them bitches have my money like I'm ODB
Maybe I could graduate and flip a quarter key
Suddenly I turned to the MIC and everything changed
That's when I became me
Yeah, the weeklies, horseshoe gang, family business
Active beats, Chase Green, JC the Great, Sloan Bone
We here, you know what I mean?
It's dedicated to myself
All my niggas in the LBC, you know what I mean?
Every side
Bark at your dog