ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to
out like a line up [Juelz Santana] Mic check, one two, one two, check I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two Let's go, you're eyein us in
... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall
these bullets Six cannons, loaded, cock and pull it West gang, ridin out that's all we do West gang nigga I ain't gotta explain it to you Let's bang [
In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice Nothing here's real, and everyone's alike Cause everyone
at some Wyatt's (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah its them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...
Martin and pretend its me! [Chorus 2X] Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer fuck you right! Let a killer fuck you. Let a killer
these b*** Six cannons, loaded, c*** and pull it West gang, ridin' out, that's all we do West gang, *** I ain't gotta explain it to you, let's bang Yeah
some do, so nigga say I'm from the beach too Long Beach City G's funkin' And it's a pity how many we's punk and drunk In a hotel lobby at a town near you Housekeeper's
for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's
be like you Kici's in this bitch chillin with my partna screw fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge man go on, go on, go strong (Big Moe)
man standin' It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em where it's standin' I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'
So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down 3 dollars to get inside LBC flying high
it's right Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin' It's some gangsta shit, that's going down Homicide, straight murder,homicide It's
programmed for freak mode Black holes of lost souls let the story be told Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple
shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now, let the Chevrolet slide as I dip a nigga trip to the South side, yeah Right back up in you it's the D R E
sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I want to go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home? I feel so broken up,