Ras Kass, Saafir and Xzibit - Bounce, Rock, Golden State

West, South Central

If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin'
Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon
Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt
Make you wanna go to the swap
Meet and buy a white t-shirt
What's a G worth the turf we lurk was worth
A G before my birth
I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads
99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots
We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot
And knees off
Summertime swim in that real rugged piece off
Then see y'all, let a nigga know
What info gat, Beretta nigga know
Talkin' bout a po-po
Undercover in the low-low
Tryin' to extort you for yo dough
That's a no, no
Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show

Bounce, rock, Golden State
From the place where the one
Time is known to hate
What's right, what's wrong, erase the line
Make up ya mind and choose ya side
Bounce, rock, Golden State
From the place where the one
Time is known to hate
What's right, what's wrong, cross the line
Off everything I love, I'mma handle mine

I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's
Bendin' my corners in slow-mo
Lookin' for my cuzo in the west-bound to DP
To Bernie Park down to Dog
Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now
With choppers that spit them
Hollow point tips to get off that shit
Between they come and they lips
I keeps it cause I heard
The streets runnin' this shit
My nigga Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed
To the head
Off the Motorola kite, late night life
(What chu' dealin' with)
I'm gettin' rich so we can get
Bricks that you can end with
And if you from the pen then pesos and yen
Even then them boys behind me
The government poised but I got L's, gats
Insurance
And I'm ridin' with a decoy slumpin'
The coast is clear, yo the roast is here

Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight, what's that life like
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight, what's that life like

I could care less who was
Suckin' on the president's dick
While me people formin' habit's
They can't kick makin' me sick to my stomach
And you can try to look away
But everyday I'm reminded that
We came from it we got our name from it
I set the tone, loose chrome, flesh and bone
And protect my own
I ain't unique there's five million
Of us runnin' the streets
And the rest is on lockdown for
Tryin' to hold the block down
I gotta a right to be hostile
Used to drink a little Henny and cool it
Now I abuse it
My only justice is when I lock, load, aim
And use it smooth the trigga
Fill the whole room with chamber music
I know niggas that had it all and blew it
Had like a big-body Mercedes so get into it
Smash the gas pedal, heavy-metal
It's the never-ending saga of
God versus the Devil

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