Yeah, nigga, MC Wren up in this mother***er West, West, y'all Yeah, L.A. niggas L.A. niggas rule the world, nigga Y'all niggas gotta recognize You know what I'm sayin'? Niggas don't wanna peep game You know what I'm sayin'? But this *** come all the way back around here My nigga Dre Droppin' heat rocks on y'all bitch ass You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta recognize L.A. niggas Connected all over the mother***in' world, nigga Recognize this, keep that Now in my younger days, I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a .44 mag G'd up from the feed up Blewed up from the sewer pod crew up Loakin' and smokin' and drinkin' till we threw up At Leimert Park, taggin' him fools up Ditchin' my class just to *** your school up You don't wanna blast, nigga, tuck your tool up But don't sleep, young niggas quick to shoot ya Now there's another mother***er with no future But time buy much smoother when I maneuver Dope like Cuba Got him jumpin' disciples to the hood I'm comin' straight outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the Pop Rocks I pop rock with ya, picture this Dr. Dre twistin' with the licks And hitman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch Hear it tick, tick, tick, tick Wait a minute, it's on I tell it like a true macadelic Weed and cocaine so separate Check it, from sundown to sunup Ground and run up, the aftermath of B-2 in your gut Nigga, what? A.R.O.D. Smoke on weed, drank and packed heat Requirements for survival each day In L.A. It don't stop We still bashin' ultra-suit from the cops Analyze why we act this way In L.A. Gimme that mic, fool It's a West Coast Jack move, they call me here Cause I spit like Gats do, cock me back Bust caps for my Max crew at Fairfax We used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up with niggas Jack, you harass you Blast you for that set you claim Mash on you for your Turkish chain CKBK, blew it up on flame I ran with the gang, I helped niggas get Jack for they Dayna Dames My pants hang below my waistline I look humble on the rumble I bang her like Vince Carter from the baseline Don't waste my time, *** with Scrapp and Killer Cali AKs and 9s, one-time sunshines And fine-ass bitches, Hawaiian tie, drive-by Six foes on switches I was raised in the hood, caught what the death weather Brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the *** of it Anybody hatin' on us could suck a dick If I catch you touchin' mine, you catch a flatline Dead on the floor, better than yours Drivin' away, gettin' head from a horse And Saber Rex to the Z *** it with me, might get you banned from TV Cassette and CD, it's all mine The whole nine, the white time, multiply We don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I I'm bad for your health Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself Five in the morning, burglars at my door Locked 45 in my dresser drawer Let him come in, bye, he see the thunder roll Roll with niggas who buy fifths by the four And brews by the case Slap you in the face with the bass Dr. Dre lace Liquid kings with sedans and gold rings Haters go to stab, but can't find no openings Hero D, smoke on weed, drink and pack heat Requirements for survival, let you down In L.A., L.A. It don't stop, feast and mash And I'm pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way In L.A., L.A. That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride