90008

[Verse 1]
Rollin' slowly down Vernon
Peeped out my rearview the tires was burnin'
Spinnin' around on the west side of town
5-0's in pursuit cuz me and my crew we dump the serious underground
What the fuck? Man I got the strap and that ounce
In the back seat the heads start to bounce
Cuz I'm comin' around the corner with heavy weight
There's no debate I'd be arrested for my weight
If pulled over in L.A. Cali nine thousand eight
When they flash they sirens I hides the greens into the stash
Make a right before the 'Shaw because the 'Shaw is much too blast
Damn! And now I'm being harassed
Why does Fed always choose to fuck with my black ass?
Got me and the homies on the curb puffin' the herb sittin'
Hopin' Fed don't find the fat ounce of 'juana that's hidden
Since my hood's hot I got the bomb spot and they didn't
All LAPD could do was have me written up for a citation
When they roll I continue the vibration
Lightin' up city blocks until my next destination
Another day in the states
With the hellafied earthquakes and the high ass murder rate
In LA Cali nine thousand eight

[Chorus - Sample: WC and the Maad Circle "Dress Code"]
"Seems everywhere I turn, I'm assumin' the position" (scratches)
Can you relate?
Just another day in the states
With the hellafied earthquakes and the high ass murder rate
In LA Cali nine thousand eight

[Verse 2]
My next mix pops after I mix my next remix
And that's like uh six-ish
These tricks is, trickin' off some sacks
So I grab my strap and stroll to Southern Cal for a night cap
Always bring your strap on this part of the map
Always bring your strap on this part of the map
Some Heineken and wine some food and some hors d'eourves
A little somethin' to munch on when your wig starts to swerve
"Ay baby, you look like you're feelin' slightly woozy
How would you like to slide off your slacks and lounge in my jacuzzi?"
By eight you know I'm loungin'
Kickin' mad B-rhymer to these chicks that live in LA Cali comma
Nine thousand eight I done blouse my date and skate
Niggas relate?
So now I'm swervin' through the urban in my Suburban
Sippin' on some bourbon bumpin' some Supherb when
This bitch starts to runnin' her mouth
So I changed lanes from the (???) south to the 105 route (Get out!)
Pissed off cuz I took yo top off and dropped you off
So I show you no leeway, dump your ass out on the freeway
And that's how it goes for you hoes in my state
Only in LA Cali nine thousand eight

[Chorus - Sample: The Nonce "Mix Tapes"]
"Rollin' to the crib" (scratches)
Ah... relate?
LA, Cali, nine thousand eight (×2)
Straight from the westsiiiiiiide...
Eight

[Verse 3]
As I exit on King outta my glove I grab my Visine
Cuz I'm blown to smithereens and can't be faded with zine
Rollin' through the nine thousands housin' arousin'
Anyone who's in the reach of my Vega tens
I arrive at the bash about nine fourty-finn
Had a gang of clowns I ain't never seen before just stepped in
Standin' in the backyard niggas was smokin' on the backyard
Hittin' the sess throwin' up the West and actin' hard
Eyeballin' me reckless cuz them ballin' is very unlikely
He says he don't like me (I don't like you fool, gimme those shoes!)
But he likes my Nikes
This is a jack we gots to scrap he pulls a strap
This type of shit goes down in my part of the town
The state fool Cali nine thousand eight
In LA Cali nine thousand eight

[Chorus - Sample: The Nonce "Mix Tapes"]
"Standin' from the West y'all" (scratches)