Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But without 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 niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Mob is on point

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

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

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

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

Product of them trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on rims
Better throw some D's on that and lay low

'Cause me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a
Who it safe for y'all to walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, bitch, what you lookin' at?

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

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4, 5
Keep it hood, everybody hold they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got these 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
Westside gritty nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Ricky lookin' niggaz

WC baby, I got it down
Got the chopper-chopper knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 the top down

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

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

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

Damn, c'mon, to the streets with it
Grip the like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the sheet with it

It's back on, Mobbin' in a big brawn
been a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, chronic 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 from the sun set, bite my tongue for shit

You know the place that introduced the to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz and crippin'
The where we gun slang
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one game

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, hood

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

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

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