Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But without no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an gare site

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
South Central couldn't his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold spot
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

Westside, the city where we
The where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, a OB
Who G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?

Bustin' a 'chanical, for the cash loc
It's that ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, with another anthem
Hood eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom

Product of them palm trees, your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of weed, nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on rims
throw some D's on that bitch and lay low

'Cause erasin' me off the loc
like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for to walk and took it back?
Somebody me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at?

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

Packin' the heat and I'm back in these
Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic
Westside hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Ricky lookin' niggaz

WC baby, I got it locked
Got the chopper-chopper knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 the top down

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's Westside
Dippin' in a stretch eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a pair of Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, better hold they spot
Niggaz think hot but no they not, no

Damn, c'mon, to the streets with it
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze it
Play for keeps with it, put you the white sheet with it

back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a while but nigga not long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass

the T-shirts and Starter caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I said it and ain't to say it
I'm from where the sun set, bite my for shit

You the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
The place where we gun
The same Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these niggaz all
Boy, Mob is on point

Keep it hood, it hood
Mob is on point
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Mob is on point