[ King T ] Cause a nigga been drinkin that muthafuckin XO Haha!
"Nothing has changed" --> George Clinton
[ King T ] I guess they really didn't care how famous he is Cause every time I hit the mic I kick gangsta shit Known to be the alcoholic funk, best believe it The Rolex, low key, gotta see it Took it from a nigga, barely had the finger on the trigger Comptown Hub City slicker Servin like a gee, what, the BG hit a stick? Now he yellin "Westside Crip!" Man, slap that fat bitch with the millimeter Old sweet Nina, you don't wanna see her God damn, let me tell these fools who I am Every letter worth a hundred grand King T's the best, man, I won't front or tell a lie The best man you got gon' die And all these young niggas talkin bout how they servin it tight Well, this is Westside Compton fo' life Biatch
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)" --> George Clinton
[ Kool G Rap ] Black mafioso, my mafia family's loco Coockoo like Cocos, we leave hoes widows like Yoko Fingers on puppet strings the logo Blowin those with too much sinoco Leavin em motionless like photos We gets the dough, though You know, condos in Alcapulco Suites in ( ? ) We creep and flood the street with mountains of perico Underworld costra nosa Nothin but blood oathes and thugs and soldiers Hearse chauffeurs and dirt blowers Playin you close to touch you with the toasters Fill you with slugs just like a thug's supposed to In my arena you meet the Glock Seventeena Nina the Screamer, the soul redeemer Body steamer, head with lead cleaner The sweet dreamer, niggas bust caps with fully gats Put two in your hat and leave your ass flat takin a nap And it's like that The G Luciano/King T finale That's how we be wildin with our Cali cats New York stylee
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)"
[ Tray D ] Word mane, my brain contain so much game it's pathetic Got niggas eatin my shit up way before I said it Recognizin ours in this to be respected Accepted for the vicious style I step with Punks'd rather exit than ever to flex with The serial killer eatin niggas for breakfast I jack the slipper for the chippers he flipped Then I check the clip and flip it if his wish is to trip Keep my enemies in mysery, they can't get rid of me I been a gee from elementary to penitentiary They mention me in all speeches Cause I represent Long Beach to eastern far reaches The hard thesis, ain't nothin soft in the scripture I picture gettin richer with the risk that's adventure Cash and hoes and fashion clothes and blastin foes And mashin in assassin mode, it don't stop
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)"
"Or is the way that you picture me Colored by the way you've been treated in a situation that comes to mind"
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[ King T ] Cause a nigga been drinkin that muthafuckin XO Haha!
"Nothing has changed" --> George Clinton
[ King T ] I guess they really didn't care how famous he is Cause every time I hit the mic I kick gangsta shit Known to be the alcoholic funk, best believe it The Rolex, low key, gotta see it Took it from a nigga, barely had the finger on the trigger Comptown Hub City slicker Servin like a gee, what, the BG hit a stick? Now he yellin "Westside Crip!" Man, slap that fat bitch with the millimeter Old sweet Nina, you don't wanna see her God damn, let me tell these fools who I am Every letter worth a hundred grand King T's the best, man, I won't front or tell a lie The best man you got gon' die And all these young niggas talkin bout how they servin it tight Well, this is Westside Compton fo' life Biatch
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)" --> George Clinton
[ Kool G Rap ] Black mafioso, my mafia family's loco Coockoo like Cocos, we leave hoes widows like Yoko Fingers on puppet strings the logo Blowin those with too much sinoco Leavin em motionless like photos We gets the dough, though You know, condos in Alcapulco Suites in ( ? ) We creep and flood the street with mountains of perico Underworld costra nosa Nothin but blood oathes and thugs and soldiers Hearse chauffeurs and dirt blowers Playin you close to touch you with the toasters Fill you with slugs just like a thug's supposed to In my arena you meet the Glock Seventeena Nina the Screamer, the soul redeemer Body steamer, head with lead cleaner The sweet dreamer, niggas bust caps with fully gats Put two in your hat and leave your ass flat takin a nap And it's like that The G Luciano/King T finale That's how we be wildin with our Cali cats New York stylee
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)"
[ Tray D ] Word mane, my brain contain so much game it's pathetic Got niggas eatin my shit up way before I said it Recognizin ours in this to be respected Accepted for the vicious style I step with Punks'd rather exit than ever to flex with The serial killer eatin niggas for breakfast I jack the slipper for the chippers he flipped Then I check the clip and flip it if his wish is to trip Keep my enemies in mysery, they can't get rid of me I been a gee from elementary to penitentiary They mention me in all speeches Cause I represent Long Beach to eastern far reaches The hard thesis, ain't nothin soft in the scripture I picture gettin richer with the risk that's adventure Cash and hoes and fashion clothes and blastin foes And mashin in assassin mode, it don't stop
"Nothing has changed Even the bang remains the same (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) We still needs to funk (In the pocket, right smack dab in the socket) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-woo Nothing has changed (nothing has changed)"
"Or is the way that you picture me Colored by the way you've been treated in a situation that comes to mind"
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