[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 yaknahmsayin?. Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin?. But this shit come all the way back around here. My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass. Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize. L.A. niggaz connected all over the motherfuckin world nigga. Recognize this. [Time Bomb]. Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag. Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag. G'd from the feet up. Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up. Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up). At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up. Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up. You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up. But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you. Now there's another motherfucker with no future. But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba. Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin indecipherable*}. [King T]. I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon. Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner. Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch. From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha. Picture this Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks. and Hittman bought a fix. Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch. Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}. Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic. Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it. From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up. The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what?. Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al Kokane. We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat. Requirements for survival each day -- 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.!. [Hittman]. Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move. They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do. cock me back. Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax. who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true. But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you. Blast you for that set you claim (where you from?). Mash on you for your turkish chain C.K. B.K.. Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang. I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's. My pants hang below my waistline. I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah). I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline. don't waste my time. Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's. One-time's sunshines and fine-ass bitches. Hawaiian thai drive-by six-fo's on switches. [Xzibit]. I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'. Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood. Slugs for the fuck of it. Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick. If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor. Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore. It's AvireX-to-the-Z. Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV. cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time. Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie. What so neither do I I'm bad for your health. like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself. [Defari]. Five in the mornin burglars at my do'. Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer. Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll. Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo'. and bruise by the case. SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr. Dre laced. Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings. Haters fold the style but can't find no openings. Chorus. [Outro]. In L.A.. That's how we ride (4X).