Late Nite

Daz: Sup Dub? WC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right? Daz: Real G shit you know what I'm saying? WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it nigga? Daz: Westcoast! All day nigga. Yeah. C'mon! (Still) Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right Rolling in my 500 Benz In the home of drivebys and ak-matics I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya Built off the anger Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans But allusion niggas losin', that's how it goes down Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha) Homie don't play that, from then and down now, nigga OG playback (OG nigga!) Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?) Weed in the air, dubs up, nigga burn the rubber Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow Hold court in the street, nigga fuck the po-po (?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L Got me turnt on, a nigga, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell From the way I bail I'm from the capital L A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?) From back then when them busters threw led on my car So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets Never put your trust in The cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend But not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie And all day and late night the bud get lit And even though its fucked up, nigga I love the shit It ain't a shame, it's the real nigga Fuck what's right From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight Roll the ammo Good with handles Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble California, better keep ya pistol on ya Cuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner Let the bullets lash out (uh) Pull the rags on em Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the glasshouse And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming We the west coaster Double barrels in the holster Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so Blow the roof down Shut it down so quick By the end of the night, we gone fuck your BITCH (beotch) Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade Made an example what nigga, how you down with West coast mentality is what its killed with Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub WC: Nothin' less, nigga Daz: Yeah, uh WC: ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this Daz: BITCH!