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 LBCI was flat broke cause the money ain't freeI just want hydraulics on a chrome 63And pimp a couple hoes on 7th and CherryTell them bitches have my money like I'm ODBMaybe I could graduate and flip a quarter keySuddenly I turned to the MICAnd everything changed, that's when I became meStalkin', walkin', smart as Stephen HawkingBallin' like Napoleon, Bonaparte, even KaufmanI been puttin' beats in a coffin since the WalkmanHoes all over my Johnny, Mr. CochranEvery time I write for the doctor, it's the doctrineDippin' on the north side, borderline of ComptonLook at how my horse ride, gone dropDrop to Topton, city by the shore sideLong Beach is poppin', young niggas activateBeats I decapitate, freestyles catchin'Them bodies, too many to calculateSo I got down with the pound, I couldn't procrastinateWith D-O-double-G on the hooks, I missed the mastinateBack then, wack rappers, we would assassinatePullin' up to the studio session, you couldn't get past the gateNo auto-tune could save you, we can't collaborateTreat your wet dreams like steam, watch them evaporateYo * is truly weak, y'all niggas booty cheeksAll my flows booger with fugly, missin' they beauty sleepNiggas wanna play me like rugby, I let the Uzi speakThen I'ma break your bitches off lovely, right on the Gucci sheetsSlick Rick chains on, get my Rick James onDucked off with a super freak to get brains blownNiggas trippin' my city, get banged onBullets don't shoot out the barrel, they get flame thrownI guess it's just the same song everywhereI used to wear a death row chain in the electric chairI used to keep a tech in my lap, cause * was hectic thereAnd all my unreleased material is still legendaryReap, I see the game through a crystal ballThey paint murals on me, steal my backs against the wallFist the ball, listen dawg, sneak this and get you boo-bop* reminiscing, the pissin' Sonny Liston off, chip em offY'all niggas foolish, my homies behind the prison wallFor y'all, I'ma do this, I ain't new to the gameI know some deuces and trades, I know some shooters with K'sI know some lucrative ways to help get you through the mazeI had some fugitive days, I left producers amazedI know the booth is ablaze, so we gon' sling a ounce to thisThen invest it in real estate and flip a house to this becauseOnce upon a time in the LBC, I was flat broke cause the money ain't freeI just want hydraulics on a chrome 63 and pimp a couple hoes on 7th and CherryTell them bitches have my money like I'm ODBMaybe I could graduate and flip a quarter keySuddenly I turned to the MIC and everything changedThat's when I became meYeah, the weeklies, horseshoe gang, family businessActive beats, Chase Green, JC the Great, Sloan BoneWe here, you know what I mean?It's dedicated to myselfAll my niggas in the LBC, you know what I mean?Every sideBark at your dog