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: Goddamn right

Daz: Yeah, let's do it, uh

WC: What we claiming, ****?

Daz: West Coast! All day, ****. Yeah. C'mon! Woo!

(Still)

[Eazy-E] Popping out a light on a late nite (Uh-huh)

Fire up a Phillie blunt to get my head right (Bitch!)

[2Pac] Rolling in my 500 Benz (Skrr)

[Dr. Dre] In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics (Brrrah!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Woo!)

I rep the city of angels, wearing round loco

Dulo and bangya

Built off the anger

Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings (Brings)

From the drug raid to gang sting but life is still a dream (Dream)

An illusion in conclusion

That's how it goes down (Give it up)

The conclusion ain't losin'

When I dump those rounds at you clowns (Haha, haha)

Homie, don't play that

From then and down now, ****, OG playback (OG, ****!)

Sit back, relax, smoke one, let me drive (Skrrr!)

Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, yeah, the night?

Weed in the air, dubs up, ****, burn the rubber

Life ain't fair, but take that, motherfuckers

Serve them how they come and go, they run up, they can die slow

Hold court in the street, ****, FUCK the po-po!

The seed? was stuck in my ways, I can't change

Worldwide, **** 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, and, ****, 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 mentally scarred

From back then when them busters threw lead on my car

So I tote the automatic (yeah), to avoid the close caskets (Come on)

Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets

Never put your trust in (Never)

The cemetery is full of **** who thought that bitch was they best friend

But not me, **** 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 it's fucked up, ****, I love the shit

It ain't a shame, it's the real, ****

Fuck what's right

From my hood to your hood, you know what's up tonight

Load the ammo, good with handles

Pack like Rambo, hit the back of the park and gamble

California, better keep ya pistol on ya

Cuz every **** down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner

Let the bullets lash out (Uh)

Put the rags on 'em

Roll wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the Glasshouse (Hahaha)

And pay homage when you see them fingers swanging

Ain't a damn thang changed

Loc, you know what we claiming (Brrah!)

We the West Coaster

Double barrels in the holster

Ferocious, up on a BIATCH, so you know so

Blow the roof down

Shut it down so quick

By the end of the night

We gone fuck your BITCH (Biatch)

Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid

Ain't afraid, point blank shit get fade (Brrah!)

Made an example, what, ****, how you dealt with

West Coast mentality is what it's killed here

Daz: Yeah, West Coast Gangsta Shit, Dub!

WC: Nothin' less, ****

Daz: Yeah, uh, hahahaha, can't fuck wit' this

BITCH!