Songtexte:
L G Wise

black fleet ride no less than four deep Boy it's real in this hood of reaping and sowing For sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough [Chorus] [L.G. Wise

(feat. Future) [L.G. Wise] Yo Platinum, the whole world gon' feel you on this one But I need Bebe and Cece, ha ha Maybe on the remix tho', you know?

whitness thugs drop the cola Picked up the Cross, now them boys top rollers [Chorus] [Verse Three] Them sucker demons try to hit me, clip empty Run for cover to the G

[Verse 1] Yo I roll with Godbody Prayin fearin nobody My life belong to Him So I don't need a shoty You ain't got no peace at home Ridin, Cryin on the

jiggaz is, So dey tellin you Baby boy I'm a keep it real But when you need 'em yo, ain't nowhere around, Sonny boy you know da deal In L.A. - dat's why

(feat. D.C.P., E.D.I.) [Intro] [L.G:] Edi Outlaw, what's up dude [EDI:] Not much dog, what's up Wise [LG:] Yo I'm chillin - Yo, I'm glad you could make

From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G. Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter Squeeze

til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G And sold 20's while I rap to beast My wifey beef over my robberies But they put my man in the L still

West Coast, yo) I'm a East Coast nigga (Fuck East Coast) I'm a Midwest nigga (Fuck the Midwest) I'm a A-T-L nigga (Fuck A-T-L) Where all my Bad Boy nigga