Speak On It

Introducin' the Westside Strangler, bangin' with the fixtures

Mashin' in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters

I just got it waxed, now I'm true, without a doubt

Dippin' down Alondra on my way to the south

The big homie Way bet a G, a whole ounce

He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce

Ah, back in traffic, feelin' like the last pimp

Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp

I dropped my old crib just to see if it's all good

The little homies moved in the spot with Lil' Wood

See, **** this way don't give a damn about you hoes

We find real estate in the midst of robbin' yo's

With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks

Keep an eye on who's who and muthafuck what's what

For all gees who got it poppin' in their hood for the moment

It's the gangsta King Tee, show me love loc, 'cause I'ma speak on it

Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)

Move on gangstas, move on

Move on gangstas, move on

Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)

Groove on hustlers, groove on

Groove on hustlers, groove on

Man, the night comes, and a gangsta's intuition

I hop in my 'burban, limited edition

I'm lookin' for a Lakewood hoe, that's my mission

I'm through with fuckin' Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin'

What will it be, Peppers or that spot Paradise?

They keep a flock of girls, but you gotta dress nice

Suckers, I'm a G, I got some clocks I ain't touched

Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch

**** what, raised by ballers, I'm legit

And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick

You don't believe Rick, well, ask my homie, Big Jess

Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin' less

It's many **** drinkin' that gangsta juice

But I've done seen none of y'all when it was time to a truce

And I was at Lueders Park squashin' beef with opponents

While your ass was at your mansion eatin' pussy punk, speak on it

Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)

Move on, gangstas, move on

Move on, gangstas, move on

Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood)

Groove on hustlers, groove on

Groove on hustlers, groove on

These busters better recognize what's comin'

Dancin' on D's with the Alpine humpin'

Ever since the child knew the ways to live foul

Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal

Alcoholic chronic-smokin' **** know the deal

Gun-totin', mouth-tapin' **** know I'm real

I represent the West to the fullest extent

A Southern California Hub City resident

Yes, yes, y'all, it's not a secret no more

I got lyrics out the ass, and they all hardcore

Like that, comin' with that West Coast strap

Guaranteed to civilize a **** talkin' smack

What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it

This one's for my people up in Texas, watch 'em screw it

Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment

But if your ass can't comprehend, fool, speak on it

Ah, that's that G shit (Mobbin' through your hood)

Move on, gangstas, move on

Move on, gangstas, move on

Ah, that's that G shit (Mobbin' through your hood)

Groove on hustlers, groove on

Groove on hustlers, groove on