Who this rapper to step to me Talkin bout you ain't really bout ministry Child please, we's them G's on knees from California to the Florida Keys, we be Slangin the WORD, while they they're herb And dippin 64's, hittin switches on the Then swerve back in place, bump bass Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that Chase Like Mase, 'Im fittin, makin ya feel so I bump this gospel music in your hood, Inglewood West Covina, Pasadena, then it to my gente, in Puente I can't forget about all my in the 415, 510, 916 Make them chips, we stick together like cement and Now bounce to this playalisctic Boneybone hit
Dip bounce, side to And come ride wit a playa from killa Cali westside Pyscho, westcoast, rider, For you and all dawgs to cruise with
Shh, not talkin, while I'm puttin demons in coffins in the Cadillac bumpin Dawkins and Dawkins Got me up, tied up If you Cali, playa throw the Westside up now watch me ride like them angels In Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue wranglers
Swingin ther lasso, screamin wild west 'cause where I'm from, you a bullet prrof vest Smoke the what for your Nah dawg, hold up, a minute 'cause no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't rolled up in it I get drunk in the spirit on a day to day And preach the WORD, to my patnas catchin Racist too, piru flamed up in blue too, God wanna bless you 2, 3, 4 and 5, now your eyes And bump this in your ride you glide and...
I just can't stop, makin suacy hip hop Fittin do this, til the day that I Like Tupac, do you believe in' I put my faith in God, to be breathin to the heathen, buckin them demons Oh a feelin, got the crowd screamin on the ceilin So if you wanna man, say what you say But gospel rap wit Bone is LA wit out a Dr. Dre Or Sway without Tech, catchin Or these Californias without a ghetto vet It ain't happenin, I'm still packin them And demons wit them 44 magnums