Ha-ha, yeah. Will I make it to see tomorrow. Ain't no tellin'. This one right here, for all the riders. No matter what side you on. Peep game. . Welcome to the killing fields.
Yea, turn the music up a little bit. Yea, a little bit louder, right there. In the name of the streets. . Click, click, boo ya, Dub kicked the frame in.
This is Los Angeles, gang capital of the nation. Gang capital of the nation, this is Los Angeles. . I was raised in the hood called what the fuck, nigga.
Sing it. For the niggaz with the bumps. Bump, c'mon, ba-bump. Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk. Nigga who is you?. Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days.
[ VERSE 1: WC ]. It's that MAAD Circle, lil'-ass loc'ed out. Tick-tick-boom, here to clear the room. Get em like this when I drop number three. Cause ain't nobody bad like me.
They call me dubcuda was the last name. Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane. The passion of a husler I got it. And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it.
[CT] It's about that time nigga. [WC] For what?. [CT] Redo this motherfucker look I found it nigga. [WC] Ahh hell naw nigga!. [CT] Sheyitt. Now here we go, y'all gotta play this.
(man). Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit. (other man). lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit. (man). hey, look, nigga. get out there, nigga.
Chorus]. Slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, Move it(Three-wheeling). I like it like that, she working that back I don't know how to act(2x). . Me and my girl got this thang going on.
Yo, yo, what's up nigga? You know the streets is a jungle. You gotta survive out here. You need a strong mind to do the shit I do. You ever seen something blown up before.
(Intro W.C. Talking). Damn I mean when this shit come on right here (Dub-C). I mean you gotta put yo hands up (Dub) you got to (Dub-Dub-Dub-C). I mean Im looking around right now and I dont know whats real I mean I seein all this bullshit on TV all these weirdoes out here, I dont know whats going on but Uhh.
I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack. with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back. High as a UFO, standin in my drawers. in the hall, talkin to the walls.
I went away for a whole lot of days. And stripped the soul right outlaw me. Lead away in a crimson haze. The red was rain over me. . There ain't no way outta here.
[WC]. Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C. Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down. Whassup Nate?. [Chorus: Nate Dogg]. Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars).
Bang that shit. . No nice, I'm not nice. I'm not nice. But Fantasia without no makeup on. On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site. . Noid, I got these niggaz all paranoid.
Say nigga... Bring me the big lighter, nigga. What's takin you so long, nigga, to flick me?. Smoke somethin, bi.... (Why you trippin?). Old ratchet-mouth, 9-6 teeth-socket-mouth, ???-mouth.
* car pulls up *. Hey fellas. Any of you guys seen Willie Calloway?. Wille who, man?. What you talkin bout?. Calloway, Willie Calloway. What this fool talkin bout?.
(Talking) Back again...It's the jankiest the jankiest. Still gettin' my stalk on walk on. . Verse 1. . One of the G'est WSC riders. One about the Feds on camera with the folded bandanna.
Ooh!. Betytch! Huh-ha, hah!. Dub Cya, nya!. Uhhhh, hah!. Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?. Whassupish weebelations?. $hort Dawg, we all hogs. Ain't nuttin' nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy.
Listen with that, pump the music that and count our money shit, know what I'm saying, yo?. Everywhere I go niggers always ask me the same thang. They wanna know through out the bullshit, how the fuck I maintain, you know what I tell them?.