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    2001 (Explicit Version) 專輯封面

    歌名Some L.A. Niggaz 歌手名 Dr. Dre

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    Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggas L.A. niggas rule the world nigga Y'all niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga Recognize this; peep game Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd up from the feet up Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover I'm coming "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 lock witcha Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks And Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*} Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit 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 Hitt cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline Don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF' Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore It's AvireX-to-the-Z Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right 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 mornin', burglars at my do' Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo' And brew's by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! In L.A That's how we ride

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