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    Some L.A Niggas

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    Some L.A Niggas
    Released

    By Dr. Dre

      About "Some L.A Niggas"

      Lyrics for Dr. Dre - "Some L.A Niggas"

      Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
      (West West y'all)
      Yeah, L.A. niggas
      L.A. niggas rule the world nigga
      Y'all niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
      Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
      But this shit come all the way back around here
      My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
      Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
      L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga
      Recognize this; peep game

      Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
      Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
      G'd up from the feet up
      Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up
      Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
      At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
      Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up
      You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
      But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
      Now there's another motherfucker with no future
      But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
      Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover

      I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
      Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
      Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
      From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
      Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
      And Hittman bought a fix
      Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
      Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
      Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
      Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
      From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
      The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

      We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
      Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
      It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
      Analyze why we act this way in L.A.!

      Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
      They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
      Cock me back
      Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
      Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
      But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you
      Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
      Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
      Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang
      I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
      My pants hang below my waistline
      I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
      I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
      Don't waste my time
      Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
      One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
      Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

      I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
      Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
      Slugs for the fuck of it
      Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
      If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
      Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
      It's AvireX-to-the-Z
      Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
      Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
      Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
      What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
      Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

      Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
      Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
      Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
      Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
      And brew's by the case
      SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
      Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
      Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

      We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
      Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
      It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
      Analyze why we act this way in L.A.!

      In L.A

      That's how we ride

      SONGWRITERS:
      ROYAL HARBOR / ANDRE YOUNG / BRIAN BAILEY / A. JOYNER / M. HOLDER / R. MCBRIDE / D. JOHNSON
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