Run Up
West Coast, it's all about survival ********
West Coast, California's own
Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C
You ********s know what it is
Compton and Long Beach back together again...
Security pat downs
I'm a star, mother******
I been put' the gat down
I been put' the mac down
But check the people that I'm with
Cause they'll lay you flat down
And they'll do it right now
Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a ******** might dial
Club-hop, car shows, picnics
Big cars, big jewels, big ************s
Rush doors
Or gotta hop the fence
Blow this door
Gotta blow my rent
Gotta show my ass, then go repent
Gotta call in sick
And tell 'em where I went
Don't want no problems, ya'll
******** around, I'll pull out the problem solved
And watch egos dissolve
Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved
It's too much gangsta ************t goin' on in the ********' world
For ********s to be actin' like girls
I'm the ******** General, never rhyme a subliminal
\n 12-gauge shotty to your body, a ********' criminal
A animal, West Coast beat cannibal
Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta ************t
Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa
For reala, half Blood half mother********' gorilla
Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle
My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the ********' Eiffel
Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb
I explode to the next episode
Cutlass ridin', butler drivin'
Head low cause it's all about mother********' survivin'
In the city I claim, Westside we bang
The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I'mma fly ******** ******** I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
******** you, ******** him, ******** them
******** my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
********s start trippin boom bow ****** fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you ************ you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols
Run UpLRC歌词
[00:00.00]West Coast, it's all about survival ********
[00:05.19]West Coast, California's own
[00:08.41]Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C
[00:12.93]You ********s know what it is
[00:15.98]Compton and Long Beach back together again...
[00:19.33]Security pat downs
[00:22.07]I'm a star, mother******
[00:23.45]I been put' the gat down
[00:24.71]I been put' the mac down
[00:26.82]But check the people that I'm with
[00:28.65]Cause they'll lay you flat down
[00:29.80]And they'll do it right now
[00:31.84]Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a ******** might dial
[00:34.42]Club-hop, car shows, picnics
[00:37.38]Big cars, big jewels, big ************s
[00:40.07]Rush doors
[00:41.14]Or gotta hop the fence
[00:42.44]Blow this door
[00:43.59]Gotta blow my rent
[00:45.00]Gotta show my ass, then go repent
[00:46.34]Gotta call in sick
[00:48.43]And tell 'em where I went
[00:50.15]Don't want no problems, ya'll
[00:53.08]******** around, I'll pull out the problem solved
[00:55.37]And watch egos dissolve
[00:58.07]Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved
[01:00.70]It's too much gangsta ************t goin' on in the ********' world
[01:23.98]For ********s to be actin' like girls
[01:26.33]I'm the ******** General, never rhyme a subliminal
[01:28.89]\n 12-gauge shotty to your body, a ********' criminal
[01:31.58]A animal, West Coast beat cannibal
[01:33.44]Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta ************t
[01:35.73]Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa
[01:38.29]For reala, half Blood half mother********' gorilla
[01:41.17]Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle
[01:43.65]My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the ********' Eiffel
[01:46.26]Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb
[01:49.63]I explode to the next episode
[01:51.09]Cutlass ridin', butler drivin'
[01:53.44]Head low cause it's all about mother********' survivin'
[01:56.27]In the city I claim, Westside we bang
[01:59.17]The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang
[02:02.09]Goin' goin' back back to the bank
[02:24.53]Rest in peace to my safe
[02:26.39]I'mma fly ******** ******** I take your ho
[02:29.18]I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
[02:31.61]The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
[02:34.38]Act like I'm deaf like So-So
[02:36.76]******** you, ******** him, ******** them
[02:39.32]******** my ex and her cohorts
[02:41.80]Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
[02:44.59]********s start trippin boom bow ****** fiend
[02:47.10]Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
[02:49.40]I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
[02:51.99]All gold everything like Trinidad
[02:54.62]I went to high school with you ************ you been a rat
[02:57.03]I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
[02:59.90]Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols
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