with the team He was gone for a while but back in the swing of things Amazing Chico, a king to his trade Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass And G.I. Joe
shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back
knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A. in L.A. OutKast from the A-Town, way down
this bedroom, just ya! Yeah! (yeah!) - Cause you and me we makes a hell of a pair (pair!) I like you scratchin' my back. (back!) - You like me pullin'
yo what's crackin'? It's the one and only Buc-motherfuckin'-Fifty Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville I've got a license to kill
We're in it together, we can make it better Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move every B-boy king
on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well Digital, these niggas should be crazy Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby Bedstuy,
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
on walley clark Inside the park I told you Q.B.L.F.C. combine heavenly We formulateed this escalate just like a heavy key Enough niggas slam down summers And winters bust a
bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love the
, 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 That's how we ride
a juggalos or the hatchet Tell them to come suck on your dick, we psychopathic! Jamie Madrox: All my life I've been living it all alone I'm like a king
when Rakim ran shit [Ran shit] Before Sweet T was Sugar, before buddy piped a Jack Soopafly snooka Before Biz Markie was busy pickin boogers Super Lover Cee, L
Thug Passion Compliments of Don King, it's a Don thing Fuck a drink, still schemein' on that charm King Chill son, put away the toast, make a toast To
set it on fire) Okay, you wanna make a million fuckin' dollars? Okay, I tell Tony Touch to put out a fuckin' mixtape A mill here, a mill there In fuckin
month, Bone Thug lookin' boy Got yo' hand off the chain lookin' boy This yo' brain on drugs lookin' boy, Jang-A-lang, jang-A-lang, jang-A-lang Bernie
[MC Ren] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggaz L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize,
'm on my way, any day Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think? Nigga you ain't Had me laughin' all the way to the bank L O L, A M B, O R