[C-loc] Yo we turning this one out for me my homeboys They Homeboys and Homegirls and anybody that think they got em and anybody whos lost anything
that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was
motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin
so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of ya'll Other than that, shit
a me cough and choke To the real OT's loc strong BONE I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay
with it, one more loonie, am I losin it? [Verse 2: D-Sisive] A new record penned, another one spins One mixed in as the other one ends I wonderin if
: (c'mon G) [JD] Police, eat a dick straight up Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody You fuckin understand me (kick his ass)
in the air, takin? it there We W-W-C, if you can?t keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin? other astronomers Welcome to Los Angeles
We make, make money, money Take's money to survive The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive Cause it's all about the C-notes Gonna be fuckin
like "Ahh he changed his style up" Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other
yeh) Chorus {Goldie Loc} C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now
G files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on your Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggaz
fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody
the mathafuckin LBC Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm, Hey yo Goldie Loc let's do this for the homies in the hood The dub, waddup No disrespect to them other
on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look
25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz
my soldiers gettin' busy down in N-O Gangsta's, get respect from me And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me That's on the C, DPG will never break
, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care Red jumpsuit with