Spider Loc - True West lyrics
rate meLos Angeles...
Home for nearly 13 million people.
there are some bangers down here they getten together.
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, I don't need no glasses
I'm from the EastSide, I know Glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!)
I cook the beef, I ain't talkin' 'bout the topic,
In West Covina all they talkin' 'bout is TOPIC!
I keep a Ice cold dime and a Hot Dollar,
Two steppin' with' my Glock like Hot Dollar!
You'sa cartoon like Scooby Doo! (hahaaaaaaaaa!)
Me and Kartoon ball like Scooby-Doo!
I done laid on that bump for months and months
Now I'm rollin' blunts, doin' lunch wit lunch!
Pig tails and plaques so the fro will grow!
Slow across the track blowin' dro wit drow! (droooooooooow!)
I'm a sharp shotter and I gotta knock out!
He violated, but they gotta let Knocc-Out!
Western Union bread like the homie DeMoney
Mess me what the talkin', (Ssssssh!) show me da money! (gimme!)
You can judge me, by the size of my pocket
The DA with' Roccett, gettin' high as a rocket!
Slide thru the projects, smoke one wit' Jay rock
Hittin' showin' Loc! - And scoop up K-Dot!
Half the homies from the turf on the wet,
And I'll kill behind, Smurf on a set!
Smokin' all the parsley I could pack in a pipe.
"It's CRACKIN'! - I done ran Back into Pipe! " (Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!)
I'm on a play rope it dope like Ca$his,
And I smoke a ganga dough like Ca$his! (SHAAAAAAAAAAADY!)
Ain't no problem when it come to the poppin',
It's poppin'! - I ain't gotta problem with' Problem!
Might bringing the lanes thru - like the Gangs truce!
They drank more Grey Goose then Bangloose! ("DJ Nik Bean! ")
That's my nigga dough! - I holla Watts up! ("MOTHER-FUCKKA! ")
I see YB! - And holla: "Watts up? " (WHASSUUUUP?)
Lead the True West, feel my flow!
Only my son and my nephew can still my show!
Sooo - the rest of y'all clowns can sit, put,
I'm with' Bluedown! - I call him Big Foot!
None of y'all got nothin' on Columbo
Stuntin', stumbo - shoulda come humbo!
In the morning I'm the first one faded
These haters hate it, cause the worst one made it!
Only battlefield it call me Major Pain,
Cause no brain bring Major Pain!
My words touch the heart like the Pooh Kid speech
Bustin all heat, no bull shit beats!
You coludn't win if I could get beat
Quit Hatin - watch the best with this hood shit eat!
I fucked a gang of hoes! Pop a lil E!
Hit the CPT, choppin' Lil' E!
I ain't bullshit, you can ask Bad Lucc
Fuckin with' me, is askin for Bad Luck!
Like James Brown, this the big pay back
On Wisten Avenue with' Big Paybacc!
Damn, right! I'm a backpack rapper! (hahaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hahaha!)
40 Glocc in the back pack rapper - rappin ass niggas!
G-UUNIT!
West y'aaaaall!
Thanks to kristian A for these lyrics
Thanks to Nikhil for these lyrics
Thanks to Ted S. for these lyrics
