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Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Interpretação
Hittman
Hittman
Vocais
Knoc-Turn'al
Knoc-Turn'al
Vocais
Defari
Defari
Vocais
MC Ren
MC Ren
Vocais
Xzibit
Xzibit
Vocais
Camara Kambon
Camara Kambon
Teclados
Kokane
Kokane
Vocais
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Baixo
Sean Cruse
Sean Cruse
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Composição
Roger McBride
Roger McBride
Composição
Duane Johnson
Duane Johnson
Composição
Alvin Joiner
Alvin Joiner
Composição
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Royal Rosheam Harbor
Composição
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
Composição
Marquese D. Holder
Marquese D. Holder
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Produção
Mel-Man
Mel-Man
Produção
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Engenharia (mixagem)
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Engenharia (masterização)
Dave Tenhouten
Dave Tenhouten
Engenharia (assistente)
Jason Lemiere
Jason Lemiere
Engenharia (assistente)
Michelle Lynn Forbes
Michelle Lynn Forbes
Engenharia (assistente)
Steve Macauley
Steve Macauley
Engenharia (assistente)

Letra

[Verse 1]
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin', smokin', and drinkin' 'til we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditchin' my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, **** tuck yo' tool up
[Verse 2]
But don't sleep, y'all **** quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em jumpin', disciples to the hood
[Verse 3]
I'm comin' straight outta Compton with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock wit cha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
[Verse 4]
Wait a minute its on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup, clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, **** what?
[Verse 5]
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way, in L.A.
[Verse 6]
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where **** jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
[Verse 7]
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped **** get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
[Verse 8]
I was raised in the hood called What-The-Dif'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
[Verse 9]
Cassette and CD, it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
[Verse 10]
Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in, "blaow," he see the thunder roll
Roll with **** who buy fifths by the fo'
And bruise by the case
Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Liquid kings with sedans and gold rings
Haters  scope the style, but can't find no openings
[Verse 11]
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day, in L.A.
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way, in L.A.
[Verse 12]
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
Written by: Alvin Joiner, Andre Young, BAILEY BRIAN ANTHONY, Duane Johnson, Marquese D. Holder, R. Harbor

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