[ VERSE 1 ]
Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures
Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters
I just got it waxed, now I`m true without a doubt
Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south
The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce
He said it wasn`t hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped by my old crib just to see it`s all good
The little homies moved in the spot with Lil` Wood
See, niggas this way don`t give a damn about you hoes
We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo`s
With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks
Keep a eye on who`s who and muthafuck what`s what
For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment
It`s the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I`ma speak on it
[ CHORUS ]
Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that`s that gee shit (mobbin through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on
[ VERSE 2 ]
Man, the night comes and a gangsta`s intuition
I hops in my `burban, limited edition
I`m lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that`s my mission
I`m through with fuckin Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin
What will it be, Pepper`s or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I`m a gee, I got some ( ? ) I ain`t touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by ballers, I`m legit
And if you don`t believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don`t believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
Or his brother Big Droop, OG`s, nothin less
It`s many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice
But I done seen none of y`all when it was time to truce
And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents
While your ass was at your mansion eatin pussy punk, speak on it
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[ VERSE 3 ]
These busters better recognize what`s comin
Dancin on D`s with the Alpine humpin
Every since the child knew the ways to live foul
Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal
Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I`m real
I represent the West to the fullest extent
A Southern California Hub City resident
Yes yes y`all, it`s not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore
Like that, comin with that West Coast strap
Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin smack
What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
This one`s for my people up in Texas, watch em screw it
Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
But if your ass can`t comprehend fool, speak on it
[ CHORUS ]
