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Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
YG
YG
Chant
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Claviers
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Guitare
Jeret Griffin-Black
Jeret Griffin-Black
Chœurs
Wyann Vaughn
Wyann Vaughn
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Brandon Moore
Brandon Moore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Mustard
Production
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Ingénierie de prise de son
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
James Royo
James Royo
Ingénierie de mixage
James Hunt
James Hunt
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Ingénierie de mixage immersif
MixedbyAli
MixedbyAli
Ingénierie de mixage immersif

Paroles

[Verse 1]
****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****
Where you from, where you from, where you from, where you from, ****?
[Verse 2]
****, I'm from BPT
West side, west side, west side, west side, ****
TTP
What block, what block, what block, what block?
Four hunnid Spruce Street
What y'all do, what y'all do, what y'all do, what y'all do, ****?
Kill off all beef
[Verse 3]
I'm a West Side get brackin', in the back like what's happenin'
That forty Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for no caption
I got put on by four ****, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young ****, that's how I'm 'posed to handle it
Homie threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop, bop
Two to the chin, bop, one to the chest
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect
Dropped him but didn't stomp him 'cause that's disrespect
That's how I got put on
Tree Top boppin', yeah, I got put on
It was hard in the hood
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood
I know Game's from Cedar block, Dom from the West
That was- , and Pac, what's his name and his chest
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on
**** gotta go, we can't hold on
[Verse 4]
****, I'm from BPT
West side, west side, west side, west side ****
TTP
What block, what block, what block, what block?
Four hunnid Spruce Street
What y'all do, what y'all do, what y'all do, what y'all do, ****?
Kill off all beef
[Verse 5]
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin'
'Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence
That's a principle of proof, the definition of logic
That this **** is a bitch, every chance he get, he dodge it
I brought back this West Coast shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit
They brought in more cases in jail, but a **** ain't snitch
That's how it's supposed to go down
Held it down, didn't nobody else go down
Get you a blind date, have my bitch pick you up
Then have one of my top members stick you up
I know Nipsey from six-oh, C-Hood from ten-four
Tony Bone from forty Crip, that's my kinfolk
My whole family tried to save me but it didn't work
Momma know I been bangin' lately ****
Written by: Brandon Moore, Dijon McFarlane, Keenon Jackson
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