Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, better 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, Lench Mob is on

Packin' the heat and I'm in these streets
Allow me to touch on like a Catholic priest
Westside hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin'

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

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

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

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

Damn, c'mon, back to the streets it
the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet it

back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the
Bustin' on you niggaz them gay ass dances

From the T-shirts and caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I said it and afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, my tongue for shit

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

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

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

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

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