Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang that

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But Fantasia 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 these niggaz all
Boy, Mob is on point

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

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

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

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

Product of palm trees, make 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
Better some D's on that 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 to walk and took it back?
Somebody me my locs, punk bitch, what you lookin' at?

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

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, better hold they spot
Niggaz 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, Mob is on point

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

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 with the top

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

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, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
think they hot but no they not, no

Damn, c'mon, to the streets with it
the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps it, put you under 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' ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz them gay ass dances

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

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

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

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

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