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

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
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 spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

Westside, the city we ride
The city where that niggy put that up in the sky
Off that Al Green, a OB
Who that G 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, strapped with another
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami fries in a Phantom

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

erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch, you lookin' at?

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

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

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

the heat and I'm back in these streets
Allow me to on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin'

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

Follow me, alive and kickin', it's that Westside
Dippin' in a Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't me
In a of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to warn ya, this is
grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

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

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

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

From the T-shirts and caps
Real recognize real, but niggaz know where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I said it and afraid 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 out of town niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
The where we gun slang
The place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

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

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

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

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