Bellaluna (Boozoo Bajou's Switch)

Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go (You wanna be startin somethin', just funkin') Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go (Spell it D-Z-L is) Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go (Oh, pop in peace, clap and tease) Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go (You know what it is, do you?) I don't know, man, I mean Every time I hear these weak niggas get to rappin, I just like Dog, [Incomprehensible] It, it's a fun, it's a funny feeling Like motherfuckers think we all about the trash I'm like, nigger, y'all got hot garbage out on the curb too (Let's go, let's go) Don't be tryin' to clown [Incomprehensible] Yeah, I'm Sir DzL, the title mean regal You better, ah, smell my funk from the Big Yea Area And it ain't no punk, dig? (Donkey Kong part 2) Yo, straight from the big bad west coast, let's go DzL, you guest host deadly like asbestos Destro wrestlin', check 'em with a death hold Pretzel, Gracie School of Jujitstu twist you There's a small issue Somebody said we were fish food 'Cause the spotlight ain't hittin', dudes You kiddin', fool Nigga, a spotlight? I got light Showin' you the way like a lighthouse It ain't my fault you too dumb to try it out For fear of lookin' like you lesser Worryin' about other people and they weak suggestions Like, "Don't do that, that shit is cornball" They say the same shit to me While I'm on tour and far out they reach How's the streets? I often wonder 'Cause they sittin' on that same milk crate I understand why they feel hate It hurts when you set straight Quit talkin', start watchin' My name is Sir DzL, I'm not them other options I got it goin' on and poppin' Too Short proved you could do it, no problem Ice Cube, Sir Jinx really stirred the drinks I'm talkin' 'bout that path Back then with wax on a phonograph I'll plant you now and dig you up later You need to quit hatin', conduct an investigation West civilization got somethin' to add to the equation And that ain't no Jim Crow shit That you can't drink from my water fountain, bullshit I gots love for all the cats rappin' Wherever they makin' it happen, it's all action And that's what's happenin' literally I just peep some niggas think that they can shit on a beat By the most popular producer out circa When you unearthed that worthless waste Take that auto tune off, leave the gimmicks at home You ain't foolin' nobody, dumb nigga, it's on Let me spit somethin' for 'em Let the homie twist somethin' for 'em Them Cali buds, ah, ha, now he feel the Cali love Go 'head, shit, it's on the house Now relax and peep Cali got somethin' for the drought See this Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Yo, don't get me wrong, I salute the Bronx I would never dare to do this art and dilute the content Ever since I heard the phonics Reminded me of Richard Pryor That's the only rapper that I could mention Prior to that, what Melle Mel was rappin' about? I could see that from the back of my house And that was before crack was out Niggas just was freebasin' But I was mesmerized by complete phrases Poignant statements that if written out on paper You haters couldn't say shit It was crazy 'cause flavor appealed to the days I seen Growin' up as a child in the '70s Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout that Motherfuckers, be glad to hop out the shack And upgrade like the Jeffersons Now motherfuckers act like the ghetto is the best it is And that's ain't a hater statement If you love it then save it, it is what you make it And basically it's down to the basics Survival of the fittest and the quick witted Makes no difference, the distance apart My whole fuckin' family from the south now I wish you would start I got peeps in the east too All my kin in South Central, I see you My cousin Tigre' used to babysit me Encouraged my rappin' and would watch MTV with me Motherfuckers had curls and you thought it was all palm trees 'Cause you couldn't see The media back then didn't even come with camera men Where gang violence was crackin' in full effect You thought niggas was surfers Never got close enough to see where the dirt was In Oakland, I knew where the turfs was My parents had a plan though And I'm part of the plan, I am hope Dig that, sucker More substance in my bars Than most you niggas on the mic can absorb Sir DzL, the overlord of funk, on the one Showin' West Side support and love Let's work together like the 70's So we can all shine incredibly Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go Straight from the big bad west coast, let's go …