[C-loc] Yo we turning this one out for me my homeboys They Homeboys and Homegirls and anybody that think they got em and anybody whos lost anything
the radio, peace out without you I wouldn't be gettin' it on ya know, what I'm sayin'? And y'all all are players (Players, players) To some of the rappers that gave me respect When others
Now, they saying we're too hot New verses please, c'mon Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, '
me cough and choke To the real OT's loc strong BONE I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown
lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep 'Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now they
radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin [chorus - Spider Loc
air, takin' it there We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers Welcome to Los Angeles,
D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000
catch the 215, to the 405 I'm catchin' hell trynna make it to the 5 I line! They cut me off again I got to go the other way Channel 5 in the sky we'll
to make a transaction to match three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take
alcohol Man, how the fuck do you know? My mind's just spinnin' off that indoor smoke Got me seein' double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc It's no joke
in the Aftermath Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C, to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B, D R E Like dub-c I'
doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Insane loc
and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Insane loc so a nigga
, The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools, I call a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped, I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks, Like c-loc
And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money And when the other
my soldiers gettin' busy down in N-O Gangsta's, get respect from me And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me That's on the C, DPG will never break
Tootin on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc
