We can do it how you wanna do it n****,
the killer on the ?? is well earned, go figure.
I ain't scared of s*** with a heartbeat,
I'm a headbuster homes, it takes nada to spark me.
We revolutionize gangster s***,
them flags flying let you know that you in L.A. trick.
And you so disco, cookiecutter and Bisco.
Bro I run with ex-felons who got nothing to live fo'.
Straight lazed dumdums anti-social.
Don't like no one if they not locals.
Not too vocal. They don't say much.
Rude and stand offish, they don't play much.
I will say this, if you play this,
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay s***.
I'm a real nig on that back in the day s***.
Smoking sherm stick up out the Regal and spray s***.
Me and my amigos, the ones I call friends,
are a pack of wild n******. All real men.
Not all of them will shot,
but all of them will thump.
And we will turn this party out,
you ain't looking at no punks.
That L.A. g******* culture is in us.
Started in the 70′s and it ain't finished.
Big homie die, little homie replenish.
Place in society: g****** menace.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.
[Chorus]
I'm fascinated by that gangster s***.
Always been a fan of that gangster s***.
You can count me in if it's gangster s***.
Just for the rush I do gangster s***.
Been to the box twice of that gangster s***.
Almost lost my life on that gangster s***.
I pulled my wife talking gangster s***.
I don't mind the price of that gangster s***.
[Verse 2]
Back in ninth grade I discovered my knuckles,
caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle.
Next day him and his minions rushed me,
he wanted run it back, he a**umed I got lucky.
I dropped my backpack, pulled my pants up,
closed my hands up and beat that man up.
Won't be a day that Maurice don't stand up,
I go to hell before I f*** my brand up.
Practice what I preach, preach what I practice.
Violence is the equalizer, no text brackets.
Very little arguing, sock that f***** and
run his pockets to support your habits.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.
I'm facinated by that gangster s***.
Always been a fan of that gangster s***.
You can count me in if it's gangster s***.
Just for the rush I do gangster s***.
Been to the box twice of that gangster s***.
Almost lost my life on that gangster s***.
I pulled my wife talking gangster s***.
I don't mind the price of that gangster s***.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddy time to buck up.
the killer on the ?? is well earned, go figure.
I ain't scared of s*** with a heartbeat,
I'm a headbuster homes, it takes nada to spark me.
We revolutionize gangster s***,
them flags flying let you know that you in L.A. trick.
And you so disco, cookiecutter and Bisco.
Bro I run with ex-felons who got nothing to live fo'.
Straight lazed dumdums anti-social.
Don't like no one if they not locals.
Not too vocal. They don't say much.
Rude and stand offish, they don't play much.
I will say this, if you play this,
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay s***.
I'm a real nig on that back in the day s***.
Smoking sherm stick up out the Regal and spray s***.
Me and my amigos, the ones I call friends,
are a pack of wild n******. All real men.
Not all of them will shot,
but all of them will thump.
And we will turn this party out,
you ain't looking at no punks.
That L.A. g******* culture is in us.
Started in the 70′s and it ain't finished.
Big homie die, little homie replenish.
Place in society: g****** menace.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.
[Chorus]
I'm fascinated by that gangster s***.
Always been a fan of that gangster s***.
You can count me in if it's gangster s***.
Just for the rush I do gangster s***.
Been to the box twice of that gangster s***.
Almost lost my life on that gangster s***.
I pulled my wife talking gangster s***.
I don't mind the price of that gangster s***.
[Verse 2]
Back in ninth grade I discovered my knuckles,
caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle.
Next day him and his minions rushed me,
he wanted run it back, he a**umed I got lucky.
I dropped my backpack, pulled my pants up,
closed my hands up and beat that man up.
Won't be a day that Maurice don't stand up,
I go to hell before I f*** my brand up.
Practice what I preach, preach what I practice.
Violence is the equalizer, no text brackets.
Very little arguing, sock that f***** and
run his pockets to support your habits.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddies time to buck up.
I'm facinated by that gangster s***.
Always been a fan of that gangster s***.
You can count me in if it's gangster s***.
Just for the rush I do gangster s***.
Been to the box twice of that gangster s***.
Almost lost my life on that gangster s***.
I pulled my wife talking gangster s***.
I don't mind the price of that gangster s***.
I'm not braggin', I'm confessing.
The why, where and what I'm an reppin'.
Southern California stand the f*** up.
We at war little buddy time to buck up.