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Growing Rich (1992)
Actors
- Jamie Foster (actor)
- Barry Jackson (actor)
- Martin Kemp (actor)
- Pearce Quigley (actor)
- John Stride (actor)
- Rosalind Bennett (actress)
- Caitlin Bossley (actress)
- Brenda Bruce (actress)
- Claire Hackett (actress)
- Carolyn Pooley (actress)
- Maggie Steed (actress)
- Brian Farnham (producer)
- Fay Weldon (writer)
- Roger Gregory (director)
Genres
What's Up Superdoc! (1978)
Actors
- The Blue Angels (actor)
- Ronnie Brody (actor)
- Harry H. Corbett (actor)
- Ian Ford (actor)
- Hughie Green (actor)
- Peter Greene (actor)
- Melvyn Hayes (actor)
- Melvyn Hayes (actor)
- Norman Lawrence (actor)
- Geoffrey Leigh (actor)
- Christopher Mitchell (actor)
- Chic Murray (actor)
- Bill Pertwee (actor)
- Milton Reid (actor)
- Ronald Alexander (actor)
Genres
Taglines:
WHAT'S UP NURSE! raised more than a temperature, now comes WHAT'S UP SUPERDOC!
Kansas City Kitty (1944)
Actors
- Johnny Bond (actor)
- Kenneth Brown (actor)
- James Conaty (actor)
- Bob Crosby (actor)
- Vernon Dent (actor)
- Edward Earle (actor)
- George Ford (actor)
- Jack Gargan (actor)
- Les Gotcher (actor)
- Bud Jamison (actor)
- Darwood Kaye (actor)
- Robert Emmett Keane (actor)
- Donald Kerr (actor)
- Harold Miller (actor)
- Ed Allen (actor)
Plot
Polly, an amiable wisecracking piano teacher, becomes involved with some shady music publishers. She also happens to be infatuated with her music loving dentist Henry--who is not quite as romantically inclined as she. Polly manages to ensnare her room mate Eileen, Eileen's fiance Jimmy, and Henry in some shenanigans involving the rights to the song "Kansas City Kitty". The comedy is mixed with several up-tempo novelty tunes from the big band era.
Keywords: 1940s, arab, b-movie, blonde, boogie-woogie, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, cigarette-smoking, classical-music, composer, court
Genres
Taglines:
Hell Everybody! This is JOAN DAVIS...clowning...go-to-towning...singing...dancing...spooning in my most entertaining picture to date!
SCREAM WITH THE QUEEN OF SCREEN AND RADIO COMEDY!
THE COMEDY QUEEN OF RADIO "DISHES" OUT THE FUN ON THE SCREEN!
JOAN DAVIS - Radio and Screen's Favorite Funster! Nutty! Tuney! Witty!
JANE FRAZEE at her singiest! BOB CROSBY at his bestest! ENTERTAINMENT at its entertaining-est!
Joan sings! Joan flings! Joan slings the woo! (original poster)
Woodie Filmography
- Gay Weekend 2
2002, role: actor
Woody Filmography
- Lessons in Discipline
2003, role: actor - Father Figure
2000, role: actor , character name: Fantasy Guy
Woody Filmography
- Fresh Meat: Off California Streets!
1999, role: actor , character name: Skateboarder
A woodie is a car body style, especially a station wagon, where the rear bodywork is constructed of wood framework with infill panels of wood or painted metal.
After the demise of actual wood construction, manufacturers used simulated woodgrain sheet vinyl — sometimes augmented with three-dimensional, simulated framework — to recall wood construction. In 2008, wood construction was evoked abstractly on the Ford Flex with a series of side and rear horizontal grooves.
As a variant of body-on-frame construction, woodies originated from the early (pre mid-1930s) practice of manufacturing the passenger compartment portion of a vehicle in hardwood. The woodie was popular in the United States and were produced as variants of sedans and convertibles as well as station wagons, from basic to luxury. They were typically manufactured as third-party conversions of regular vehicles — some by large, reputable coachbuilding firms and others by local carpenters and craftsmen for individual customers. They could be austere vehicles, with side curtains in lieu of roll-up windows (e.g., the 1932 Ford) — and sold in limited numbers (e.g., Ford sold 1654 woodie wagons). Eventually, bodies constructed entirely in steel supplanted wood construction — for reasons of strength, cost and durability.
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- Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
- Yoc Influenced - Woodie
- Talez Of A Killa - Woodie
- Whatever Tho' - Woodie
- Take My Soul - Woodie
- What Happened? - Woodie
- This Is Northern Cali - Woodie
- The Way You Feel - Woodie
- The Clock is Tickin' - Woodie
- Streets Are Callin' Me - Woodie
- Shit's Gone Strange - Woodie
- Savagez - Woodie
- Northside Gangbang - Woodie
- Pray 4 Me - Woodie
- Open Woundz - Woodie
- Northern California - Woodie
- One Way Road - Woodie
- On The Edge - Woodie
- Off Night - Woodie
- Northern Cali Dippin' - Woodie
- Norte Sidin' 2 - Woodie
- Norte Sidin' - Woodie
- No Suckaz - Woodie
- Mind Games - Woodie
- Loyalty - Woodie
- Life Of Sin - Woodie
- Legit Slangz - Woodie
- Journey - Woodie
- If I Wasn't - Woodie
- If I Die Tonite - Woodie
- Got Me Twisted - Woodie
- Goodnight - Woodie
- Gats & Rivals - Woodie
- Fly Away - Woodie
- Dreamin' A Life - Woodie
- Dirty Fellaz Dirty Deeds Pt.2 - Woodie
- Dirty Deeds - Woodie
- Demonz N My Sleep - Woodie
- County Wayz - Woodie
- Callin' Your Bluff - Woodie
- Bury Me On East 18th Street - Woodie
- Bring The World To It's Kneez - Woodie
- Blackbird R.i.p. - Woodie
- Act Accordingly - Woodie
- A Matter Of Time - Woodie
- Woodie - Woodie
- Holdin' On - Woodie
[Woodie]
I sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]
Discharge like a soldier
Enemies fall to their back from the impact
Of a tre five seven revolver
W double O-D-I-E it's me
I be that one and only
Soldier from the Yoc producer
To breakin' off freebies to the homies
But still hated
In many different ways
I've seen shady days
Homies switchin' up
Who I never thought were bitch enough
Got me amazed
I blame it on the crack bag
The gobble go the town snap
The so called homies backstabbin' each other
Damn what happened
It got me laughin'
I ain't trippin' Norte sidin'
Sky Lark dippin'
High performance line
Dormanson's
I tap that gas from dippin'
'69 if you find
That white Lark with cherry wine tide
Sidin' through the Yoc
It's a norteño type of the line style
[Chorus x2: Woodie]
I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride
You ask me why I do this
And I respond with a mind half gone
For the fact I'm Yoc influenced
I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride
You ask why I pursue this
And I respond with a mind half gone
For the fact I'm Yoc influenced
[Woodie]
My homies still gotta be deceased
And come back 5 times before he's released
At age 18
So I thought the streets done said
About these punk police
Convicted of 5 counts of murder
All premeditated
Wasn't gang enhancers
Damn this shit kept me understated
And unlike you phony homies
Status Snoop I never [?]
Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier
Pushin' steel ain't gettin' tallied
Addin' stripes for my homie
May the Lord see his loyalty
And [?] look his sister
When he dies
And let him live in royalty
That Y-O-C, L-I-F-E
Got my gang livin' violently
For homies stabbin' the [?] with me
Got me amongst the dying breed
If it was up to the Yoc, beats me
All said locked up in a prison cage
And tear drops from my eye
Every time my homie's on the front page
The media's bringin' plenty of feedback
Makin' us look like mobsters
Label it S. West 20th street
Fuck it
Yeah we West Twompsters
We the ones that skip the talk
Gotta get the cock and hammers
If they mess with the clip of hollow tips
Cuz you punks don't have no manners
Watch your standards
Think of the rankings earned
By how much more you've lost
Better count that as a loss
When I creep in
Dirty cactus split yo knot
[Chorus x2.5]
[Lil' Los]
Yoc influenced
I'd never know I'd grow up to do this
Pursue this life of struggle and strife
And hunt when I sooth this pain in my brain
When I sprinkle hot grain
Remain, tame my pistol smoke
Toke yo folks in vain insane, no
It's killa Cali mentality
East Co. Co. 5-1-0
The place ya never heard of
Yes suburbia with murderers go
Where the be servin' the most of
Methamphetamines
On triple beams
So feeling they'll be dreams
And this Antioch scene gots me trippin'
They got me slappin' clips in
I'm plottin' out some victims
And wishin' and hopin'
While I'm scuffling with my semi-auto
Hollow tips rip shit
With visions of some sick shit
But in meanwhile no smiles
Cuz these hater's shady styles
Got me loadin' magazines
For apposing tears I got for miles
And these rat infested trials
Set it up to leave Snoop, fuck
But it ain't over
Smokin' dosia
Plottin' on his come up [echoes out]
[Chorus]
Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer
Take it for what it's worth but recognize a blood
spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
[Woodie]
Say your Prayers count your blessings
Grab your weapon grip it tight
Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right
But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonight
Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen
bike
Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and
shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is
past due
I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the
blinds
Walking towards the front door
Yeah I think its about that time
Sure enough door opens wide
Now he's stepping outside
Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he
died
Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX
Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding
chest
Pedal to my safe spot
Get the fireplace hot
Burn up my clothing scrub my body
Gunpowder trace gone
On the way home I disassembled and disbursed
Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st
So I'm feeling pretty confident my mission was
successful
Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full
[Chorus x2]
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood
spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me
[Hook]
Why they want to test me stress me to the point I'm
homicidal
Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes
When it comes to defending my title,now
[Woodie]
Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for
our food
Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones
Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head
I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me
dead
Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the
funks jumping
They must be packing fuck that I'll be the first to
dump something
Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the
road
They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to
unload
Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering
Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the
chattering
I emptied the clip
Not sure how many were hit
I told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip
He just stopped froze
Like he was comatose
I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go
He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped
me out
I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out
Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the
cuts
Now this motherfucker starts driving in circles going
nuts
Scramblin' on the belt
"I think you blew his brains out"
Sucka that's another reason we should vanish not hang
I told him yo bitch got more nuts than you
Saw red and blue behind us
Thanks to my homie's dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to
find us
And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase
Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean case
With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit
He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to
shoot
Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
"Come out with your hands raised"
I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give
chase
Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence
I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants
Then I advanced up on a bike trail
Slowly losing 50's tail
Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal
Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead
I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead
I gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and I
listen
I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my
position
Continuing on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the
road
I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to
explode
Knocked on the door at 4am
He wasn't one bit suprised
I heard you on the scanner
And I knew you'd arrive
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it
[Chorus x2]
[Hook x4]
[Chorus: Woodie]
I might of shot your homies
Once or twice you never know
But I still walk the streets
So I assumed they let it go
But just in case they didn't
I pack metal for clever folks
So all that talk in breakin' Woodie off
Whatever tho'
[Woodie]
I'm still puttin' it down
Sidin' through the town Yoc bound
Suckas wanna talk down
But ain't prepared to cock down
They wanna bang like killas
But don't bang with no killas
They wanna claim they killas
But don't hang with no killas
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I'm the one who brought the Yoc
Up out the Golden State
You wanna hate this
Hate yourself
Think your from the Yoc
Talkin' down on my name
Cuz I ain't askin' you to jock
Just recognize
From two professional years of rappin'
East Co. Co. Records puttin' this crap
Back in time on the map
And then some
We takin' nationwide infected
Each and every nook and cranny
Were that Yoc life bakins'
And I reckon
We'll be collectin' dividends along the way
And that's exactly were this haterism comes into play
What's there to say
Nothin' but hot ones
I got for those talkin' down on me
[Chorus x2]
[Woodie]
Come on haters try to stop this
Dig deep into your pockets
Cuz that'll give me a legit reason
To make yo knot twist, not this
Northern fella Antioch dwella
Won't fall hostage
To the thoughts and plots of the jealous
Your gonna watch this
Independent label succeed
Were re-precautions 10-4 for
Every homey that bleeds
We'll plant our seeds in some mattress
And watch our killas grow
Teach ‘em everything we know
So that they gonna run the show
I'm talkin' fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packin' guns
Holdin' down the fort
Prepared for war
Protectin' loved one
No more snatchin' up our dreams
Through the dope on triple beams
Or an enemy shot
Cuz that's the power money brings
We're the kings of our own plot
We found a spot
Don't make room
If you think we're bluffin'
I assume you have a skank too
So if you wanna get me
Come and get me
Quit talkin'
And send the messages through bitches
Cuz that shit'll leave you chopped up
[Chorus x2]
[Woodie]
You wanna talk behind my back
And jar jack amongst female company
And every word up out your mouth
Eventually gon' come to me
How dumb could you be
Maybe you really wanna see me
But most likely you a sucka
And you hatin' you can't be me
Probably got that A-D-D
Attention Deficit Disorder
And you've notice when you say my name
That people won't ignore ya
That's pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin' my name
Cuz your just pumpin' my fame
But when we cross paths
Haul that
So people prepare to ache
Cuz I'm a draw fast
Cock blast
With heat to tear your brain
Cuz I've HAD IT UP TO HERE [echoes]
Through your history
I got my stripes
Sucka you ain't pumpin' fears
So come here and get a dose of
This Antioch West Twompsta
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music shit on stand by
To make a man die
How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize
[Chorus x2]
Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me
[Chorus]
[Intro: Woodie]
This Music Thang
I'm Doin' It For My Family And My Homies
Im Tryin' To Leave Some Cash In They Pockets Before I Go
The Clock Is Tickin'
It's Just A Matter Of Time
[Chorus:]
If Enemies Lay Me Down To Sleep
I Pray To The Lord My So He'll Keep
When I Die In This Life Of Hate
I Pray To The Lord My Soul He'll Take
[Woodie:]
In This Life Of Sin
God Tell Me Where Do I Begin
I've Rejected You My Whole Life
But Now Im Listenin'
Accepted You As My Friend
My Heart Is Open Hopin' For A Change
But I' Still A Killer Inside
I Feel It In My Viens
Ain't Got The Stength To Rise Up Out
This Concrete Battlefield
Cuz I Still Feel The Urge To Kill
Cuz Snoop Still Ain't Got Outta Jail
Plus My Closest Homeboys Deceased
I Gotta Seek Revenge
But Who Do I Avenge
Sometimes I Catch Myself Overlookin' My True Friends
I'm Tryin' To See Through All The Lies And Decite
To Make Intelligant Decisions That'll Keep Me On My Feet
But Evil Ways Make Me Stray And I Get Caught Up In The Same Shit
Riskin' My Life To Represent So Enemies Know I'm Dangerous
[Chorus: Woodie]
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
[Woodie:]
As I'm Sittin' In My Room
Oil'n Up My Strap I'm Thinkin' Back
On All The Different Pistols That I've Packed
All The Dirt That I've Done
With Different Weapons And Guns
And How Much Fun I Had When I Was Young
Earnin' My Striped One By One
They Added Up Sin
At The Scene I Didn't Realize It Then
But Now I Understand There's Consciquences For Every Action
Lord Could You Forgive Me For My Sins Up Till Today
But What If I Kill Again Tomarrow Does That Mean You Feel Betrayed
Cuz I Can't Promise You, That I'll Do
What The Bible Tells Me Not To
If I Feel I Gots' To Ride
Im Goin' To Ride With Or Without You
No Disrespect Intended
Don't Take Me For Satan's Child
Cuz 5-0 Got My Dirty Deeds
Gathered Up In The Gang Files
Look At My Loyalty
The Love That I Got For My Family
If Anybody Could
I Know You Would Understand Me
So When They Call My Number
And I Take My Final Breathe And Die
Please Forgive Me For My Sins
And Let My Soul Rise To The Sky
[Chorus: Woodie]
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
[Chorus:]
If Enemies Lay Me Down To Sleep
I Pray To The Lord My So He'll Keep
When I Die In This Life Of Hate
I Pray To The Lord My Soul He'll Take
[Woodie:]
I Live'd Another Day
Now It's Time To Live Another Night
I Take It Minute By Minute
And Hope Somehow I Do It Right
I Gotta Fight To Keep Hope Alive
That Snoop Will Get Released
But It's The Red-Suited Beast
That Gets' The Blue Suited Police
Societies Already Got Us Marked
As Killers, Dealers, And Thugs
Gangbangers Shoot'n Them Slugs
Drug Dealers Movin' Them Drugs
Ain't No Love On This Side Of The Tracks
That's Why Criminals Run In Packs
Who'else Gonna Have Our Motherfuckin' Backs
You Think Our President Ain't A Sinner
He's The Cruelist Of All
He's The One, Killin' The Inncocent With Missles And Bombs
While We Just
Up In The Street Tryin' To Maintain Human Nature
That Have Enemies So We Gangbang
Lord If You Could Shed Any Light Up On This Life Of Mine
I'd Be Willing To Listen To You At The Drop Of A Dime
Because Im Suicidal At Times
And At Times Im Homicidal
Livin' On The Borderline
Damper My Chances Of Survival
[Chorus: Woodie]
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
Livin' That Life, This Gangbangin' Done Took It's Toll
On The Outside I'm Fine But Inside I'm Outta Control
Tryin' To Stay Outta Prison But The Streets Pursuade My Goals
When I Lay Down To Die Will Good Or Evil Take My Soul
Lord, I Got A Question
Will You Fogive Me For My Sins If I Don't Regret 'em
Cuz Sometimes No Matter How Hard I Try, I Feel No Remorse
I Feel I Had To Do What I Had To Do
But Then Again
Maybe It's Just The Old-E Numbin' The Pain
I Dunno
'but Send Blackbird My Love
[Chorus:]
If Enemies Lay Me Down To Sleep
I Pray To The Lord My So He'll Keep
When I Die In This Life Of Hate
16 years old, I'm guided by violence objective leave enemies silenced
Get any strap you can get put in work and avoid the sirens
Mamas only child's growin' up to be wild,
Roamin' the streets without a smile
To cope she lives in denial, meanwhile
Crimes are committed if there's a stripe he's out to get it
Build his rep, don't let opposites step within neighborhood limits
All his homiez up in it nothin' but love at the beginnin'
Yeah we sinnin' laughin' and grinnin' cause in our eyes we're winnin'
The nights become long and crazy, days quicken the clock is tickin
So caught up in norte clickin' barely notice homeboyz missin'
Cops lockin' up fellow riderz for murders makin' 'em lifers
Means someone from inside is snitchin' tryin' to hang up and dry us
Betrayal, clouds up his brain mixed with the pain of homiez droppin' dead
Mama's prayers before she hops in bed so far ain't stoppin' lead
So mama's son still runs with fighters seekin' death upon these liars
[Woodie:]
Enter my danger zone Northern Cali
Yea it's on
From the valley to the bay
The mighty Norte got it sewn
We bout half a mill' people up in these streets
So keep a grip yeah we flared up we red flags and caps
This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized raza till eternity
Putting dips up in this mutha fucker stack and murder piece
Never heard of Woodie now you have listen up and soak it in
Northern Cali is full of killas homie go and tell a friend
And if Fallen trail of nuds trail methamphetamine is good
Northern Cali crystal crossing boreders got the country hooked
We gon raise the roof we pop our collars grip our nuts
Kill our enemies' visions and feed fishes there guts
Heavier in the old school country launching Malibu's
350 rockers 450 [? ]
We got the 916 and the 209
661 and 559 on the valley grind
We got the 415 West Bay
707 North Bay 408 South Bay
But it's all Norte
The 510 east bay 925 East Co Co.
The Northern Cali jerasiction breakdown for you po-po's
[Chorus: x2]
This is Northern Cali representing putting it down
We from the valley everybody holla your town
We from the bay we all handle shit the same way
From the valley to the bay ready for some gun play
[Woodie:]
Homie we slang and we bang in east bay it's a G thing
Punks saying salutation while taking lives with no delay
Feel me it's west coast the left coast no test with killer Cali
Nasty flashes [? ] through your back streets and alleys
Past the valley acting badly
I hits the carry a fifth of brandy
Splash these bitches cause there trashy
Rolling old school flows [? ]
[? ] Valley cougars larks that park cut thangs and mustangs
But one thing there's gun play
So when the fucks bring
Let your nuts swang
It's a mustang for the no repore make you levitate regulate
Po-po's got to bring the yellow tape in everyday
Up here our tapes will set your hood now
You can hear the evidence we represent put it down
For the whole bay is a cold game
And it all while cursing city streets
These addicts smashing traffic on that cradik
In the A-N-T-I-O-C-H we don't be hate
We fo da pay and blowing brains
I'm smoking dank in my corner of the golden state
[Chorus]
When you smoking on the bubonic chronic that got you gone
Where you think it come from
Where you think it come from when you smoking
On the bubonic chronic that got you gone
Were you think it come from fool
Where you think it come from
[Woodie:]
It comes from northern Cali
Up in home bock county the northwest region
By the ocean not the valley
It's considered the most ronic California commodity
The hommies call it puff or balm
The hippies call it pot or weed
It's garneted to get you high tho O fo sho
And the Northerners are making a killing slanging that roach
But straight fo yayo packing pistols illegal substances distributed
Got domies packing crystals and glass pipes and feel good again
It gets dirty in this west coast sunshiny state
You might die early gangbanging
But that is the chance you take
Locked up in prison for life
1 2 3 strikes your out
Sell a pound pack a pistol
Shot a rival oh no doubt
With no hesitation the judge will have you facing a life long vacation
But we still regulation
And these suckers are punching and get treated like sluts
This is northern cal bow down lick on these nuts
Tonight We Blaze,
Drop Fade On The Dank In The Bay All Day, Maintain,
Maryjane Keep Fazing The Haze,
Hit The Jay Always, I Stay On Swade,Got No Shame,
And I Wont Change,Cuz You Cant Tame Game,
Plus We Hang In A Place Where Things Are Strange,
Your Brains Get Blown From A Pistol,Place That Scrill Allday
Hit The Hill Parlay, Til There Aint No Punks Or Cowards,
You Hangin Around Us Better Be Down With Us,
There Aint No Insults Jack On Impulse,
Drama Happens But Imma Savage,
Those Scandalis Pos Tryin To Do Damage,
Im Chokin On Rope In A Cloud Of Smoke
But Before You Kno It I Vansish,
And My Eyes Still Slanted Grabbin The 40
Posted Wit My Homies, Smoke Wit It Closely,
Watchin You Fonys Act Like You Kno Me,
But Still Stayin One Step Ahead Of The Police,
Slowly Aproach We Dont Stand Too Close,
Not Even Beside Me And Neva Behind Me,
Too Many Robberies Got Me On Paranoid
Cokin My Mettle Toy,
Like A Hoe Watch Me Point,
Clear My Voice And Grip My Groin,
Twist Some Moist To Gettin Bizzy
Remmeding Your Homeboys Wit My Homeboys,
When Bustas Make A Choice,To Avoid The Game Get Strange,
Pull Up The Snatch And Hit The Gas Pass Round The Joint,
Im Passed The Point Of Redemption,
Reject The Stress
And Slice The Vega With A Razor And Blaze The Veda,
Sheke Em Fifty With My Down And Filthy Native Behavoir,
We Puts It Down In The Town Where Im From,
Nothim But A G Thang In The East Maine,
Smokin Dank Up In The Golden State,
Tryin To Get Paid, Watchin The Bitchmade Pimp,
They Still Stay In The Midst Of Drama
Ridaz Creep Like Spidaz,
On The Late Nighta But We Fightas,
Timeless Ridaz Survivers,Light The Rope Pop It At Some Hoes
Can Get Exposed Before Those Panties Duurrroppp
Its The Same One Goes Down
We Blow Our Clouds In The Town Of Antioch
[Chorus: X2]
Dont Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
Blaze Up The Jay And Take A Hit Of That Kill
Dont Be Afraid Of The Way You Feel
Its The Bomb
Its Like Mental That I Get Lit
That Icky Is My Favorite
Gotta A Cravin Can I Shake It
Shes Beggin Me To Take It
Supposed To Lift With Caution
That Killas Got Me Coughin
I Aint Droppin And I Aint Stoppin
Until Them Ballas Start Recroppin
And Im Often Gone Off That Rope
And I Hope That This Danksmoke
Will Get Me Lifted, Results Of My Addiction
Im Hitting Baby Crazy,
Something Like Daily, And Lately Ive Been Feenin
For Her Love So I Spend Dubs And Fill My Lungs
Inhale And Exhale, Indo Flows When We
Blow Hydroponics, Havin None Smokers Astonished
Gone Off 50 Sacs Get Polished,Im Hella Sauced
Tossed Off That Greenery,With Dankclouds In My Scenery They Seem
To Be Completin Me,
And I Got These Bomb Sacs,
Givin In Some Dental Contact, To All Them
Smokers That Dont Smoke And Dont Kno How To React,
But Dont Be Afraid, When Mj Got Your Thoughts Delayed
Its Just That Triple A Grade,That Steady Fuccin Wit Your Brain,
I Got My Flame To My Savior, Wrapped Up In A Vega
Cuz I Love How She Tell This To My Kickback Behavior,
And I Cant Stop, Wont Stop, I Smoke Pot Til My Casket Drops,
I Luve The Steady Callin
So I Gotta Drop A 10 Spot Yea
Woodies Caught Off That Oe Those Who Kno Me
Kno I Dont Smoke Weed But Them Greenbud Smokin Homies
Keep On Forcin The Dank Up On Me,
Whats A Soldier To Do?
The Pressure Has Got Me In A Predickament
There Tellin Me To Hit That Shit
Tellin Me That Its The Sticky Shit
Im Thinkin Dam, Its Only Herb Im Already Perked
Ill Take One Hit, Thats It Then Quit,
But Thats Bullshit, They Get Me Smokin The Whole Spliff
So Low D, Who I Be W-Doubl O-Die,Off That Old E.
That I Be Barely Hittin On:That Tall-E, So If You Happen
To Find Me High Endin Up Wit My Homeboys,
Better Shake That Spot And Get Off That Block
That Got Me Paranoid, Grippin A Pistol Under My Jersey
Trigger Finger Ready To Yank
Got Me Talkin Twice To A Mobile
Like My Homeboy Lil Nate Bates
And Now I Feel Like Mobbin
55 Degrees Out With That Top Down
In A Lark Parking Thru The Yoc Town
With The Heater On, Whos A Hog Now?
That Indo Got Me Hella High
Smobbin Gazin At The Sky
Thinkin Back On Jr High
Me And Blackbird Side By Side
Wishin He Was In The Ride
That Bomb That Got Me Teary Eyed
That Bomb That Makin Me Snap Sometimes
When I Grab My Strap Prepare To Die
When Ever I Smoke Up Off This Kill?
[?]?Who Wants To Chill
So When You Take A Hit Of This Kill
[Woodie]
Bullets fly
Quicker than the eyes
You was hittin' Mary-Jane
To ease the pain
Your homie died
Muthafucka I'm a ride
To the rallies on steel
I'm in the bushes camouflage
Ain't thinkin' 'bout no clientele
If I fail I'll rot in jail
And if I succeed
I'll burn in hell
So either way I'm fucked in these streets
The Bible says I live my life rough
Statistics say I'll die young
I can't disagree cuz I'm a
Fuckin' walkin' time bomb
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
To unleash a piece
Some 32 empty homies
That are dyin' to beat
The [?] flesh you wanna kill me
Sucka really
Ya'll the type that pull your strap
And shoot holes in the ceiling
And I get out for killin'
Sucka give it up
With your strap beside and ride
To the club and live it up
[Chorus x3]
Out to the cuts
The clock is tickin'
Finger's itchin'
In the bushes camouflaged
Waiting for my victim
[Woodie]
I never thought that I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since the a day I lay the blaze
I was stuck in evil ways
In amaze
At the power that it could devour
Strip that O.G. from his reputation
In the late night hour
Show shower let the situation sour funk
But ain't no stoppin' the poppin'
That gets the droppin' these pumps
I found my callin' and I
Hooked up with some natural born killas
Preferrin' 45 calibur's over 9 miler's
Survivals of the peelas
So I creep precaution
Steppin' out his skeleton
An I'm red chucks flossin', hoggin'
I'll be that muthafucka that you hate
Cuz you know I'll take that clip and
Slap it in and test your fate
And demonstrate the Yoc influenced
State of mind that I'm stuck
I'll be committin' sins wit a devilish grin
I gives a fuck
[Chorus x4]
[Woodie]
Creepin', crawlin'
Strap not fallin'
But got a box of ammo
For the weapon that I'm haulin'
The streets are callin'
So I'm comin' with artillery
And chucks and khakis
As I move up on my enemies
A pedigree soldier
Yeah that's were the foul
Northern Cal profile
Nothin' less I confess
I'm a sinner
But how can I show remorse
Cuz I can't afford to let the Bible
Throw me off course
I'm known to rivals
When I gotta make these
Sucka's skull crack
It could be better than
Havin' my chips and a yacht
And bet the whole stack
Do or die
Make these muthafuckas understand
That they're tryin' to touch
A particle that they can't comprehend
Can't pretend to be a soldier
When your a punk
Cuz it'll hold ya
Hog tied in the trunk
And name one chump
Run your mouth
And now your bent up like a slut
Should have kept your pistol cocked
Fuckin' with this Yoc murderer
[Chorus x4]
My momma always told me it was gonna be days like this (like this)
[Woodie]
I live a lifestyle, covered up by dark clouds
Dealin' with these suckas, but they only see the bar clouds
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa
I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror
I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth and hope I live
Just another day to see what tomorrow's got to give
I'm addicted to the liquor
And at days I peel the sticker off another 40 ounce
And wonder, "How did my life get here?"
My ole goes in stayin' drunk and eliminatin' funk
Fuckin' hoes or rollin' triple golds always up in the trunk
My mother asks me everyday, "Are you still bangin?"
I lie and tell her, "No", but her heart knows I ain't changed none
I hate to see her cry, wipe the tears from her eyes
And try to tell her everything is gonna be alright
I hug her tightly, as I leave it bothers me
But for now I gotta go, cuz these streets are callin' me
[Chorus: x2]
My mother prays that I quit the life I lead
Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me
And I love her to death, but at the same time I'm a souljah
I gotta put in work, let rivals know they can't get over
[Woodie]
I'm a yoc influenced souljah taking chances
I'm levelin' with all my homeboys up in drug induced trances
Evil dances through our thoughts as we plot different strategies
To kill our enemies and not get concepts
My homie got shot in the spine, he's been paralyzed
I see nothin' but deep despair when I stare into his eyes
I feel my anger rise as I think about his character
He never hurt nobody, just a homeboy that was there for ya
These streets are really fair, and that's a hard lesson learned
But you realize quick enough after up three time getting burned
The streets are cold, bits of love but mostly greed is all they hold
You in my way, I'll burn a load and make yo head explode, [Now what]
That's my moto
Livin' in the bottle, hit the throttle
Let this shit start to get you thick, break out the fully-auto [scrap killa]
[Chorus x2]
[Woodie]
Just got done
Creasin' up my khakis, put my nights on
I hear my homeboys outside honkin' the horn
I guess tonight's on
Grabbed the tray snubby
Give my moms a kiss goodbye
As I hop into the ride
She prays that I come home alive
I can't justify my life because I know I'm livin' raw
What the fuck do you expect me to do when the funk is on
Tryin' to get along, with my rivals
Foo, you must be jokin'
What you smokin?
Hollow tips and pistols clips is what I got for fools approachin'
I'm tryin' to get ahead
Spitin' high-lead at these rivals ramped up
In this life of vega got me homicidal
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead by the thoughts
Got my brain washed, fuckin' with my head
Break a sweat up in my bed
Dude, the nightmares got my body tense
But still I'm prepared to die for this so called nonsense
Cuz everything is fucked up
The whole world is corrupt
I'll never switch up on my homies
So consider me stuck, fucked
I ain't trippin' though
Yeah my money's sittin' low
But still I got enough to get a four-0 at the liquor store
And clothes on my back, plus a gat for these rivals
All my only necessities for survival
Woodie]
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
I kinda take in a back
And think about how things changed
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals
I hear you gettin' punked fuckin' with them outsidaz
A ridah you?
Hell naw more like a bitch
You's a non loyall backstabbing cowardly snitch
My homies [?] fighting 25 to life for doin' dirt
So dont try to deny it sucka
He's got you paper worked
Should of kept you homies tight
And played your cards right
Instead you try to be that baller
End up owin' your life
And ain't no thang for me to rearange
Your friends of L.A.
The Yoc [??] pretains
So I maintain on the names
And everything has gone strange
But I'm still up in this shit
Even though my gang's diminished
To a five member click
And Blackbird is gone
But you never know how long
That muthafucka might just creep up
Leavin' two in your dome
And it's on
[Chorus]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
But you a rat infested rodent
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel fuck your brains
We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals
[Lil' Los]
As my mind falls blind
To a cloud of smoke
Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope
Dirty blood spills tonight
Nine mills spit tight, hit right
Make your fade
When I set the flight
Good night, I reen
I mean not dreams
When I let loose
Induce 16 in your spleen
And produce another murder scene
My bullets fiend the teams of scream
From an auto machine
And put your ass to sleep, tweak
When I creep, peep
These sticky situations
Conceration's what I'm facin'
But there's no hesitations
When I relieve frustrations
The case is huh
You bruised my pride
But I refuse to loose
So I'll choose to ride my side
My folks no joke
Leave you smoked, toked no doubt
And I [?] move that you choose
[????] single doubt
Man there's lessons to be learned [learned]
Tables to be turned [turned]
Treason is the reason
For our bridges being burned
Scraps earn when our hollow tips drip
From the clip bitch
No shit, when my twist spits
And wipe you off my hitlist
And witness a bigness
And homies that will witness
At one time, but fuck why
He'll switch up with quickness
Your rediculous
And giving Northern Cal a bad name
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn shit's gone strange
[Chorus]
[Woodie]
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
[Lil' Los]
Homies gonna get some grain
[Verse 1]
[Chorus:]
If there's funk let it jump, funk we embrace it
It's a common occasion up in this criminal oasis
Rival confrontations we grew up facin' on daily basis
Which molded young savagez prepared to fight the nation
[Young A.Z.:] Buck one, buck two with my pistol!
[Lou-e-Lou:] Shift kit slapped low with the nitro!
[Young A.Z.:] Quarter ounce in my nutz as the blunts lit!
[Lou-e-Lou:] Homicide on our mind while we hustlin'!
[Verse 2: Woodie]
All I know is I was told as a youngsta don't be a punk
Keep a pistol and if you brandish it you better dump
Leave their battleship sunk, all that matters is that you win
Three hundred pound golden gloves, fuck 'em sink some hollowz in
Leave their chest split, the main rule to follow is stay on top
Don't frequent hot spots you know soon will be raided by cops
But stay flared up, tearin' it up, paired up with the homiez
Patrolin' the streets for rivals roaming, tippin' back fortiez
Lookin' to rid the town of any sewer rats infiltratin'
Tryin' to poison our land this ain't for southern congregatin'
This is norte side! Get it right or take flight
Or you gon feel the fatal bite of hungry hollowz through my site
Rippin' your flesh, leavin' bloody chunks on the pavement
And I wish nothin' but death for anyone that you came with
Mental anguish, eats at my mind like a disease
I have visions of all my enemiez lined up on their kneez
Gagged and tied up and I'm a one man firing squad
With an assortment of weapons to shred my rivals apart
That might seem a bit twisted to some, so if you ain't feelin' it
Stay the fuck up out my way, you won't have to deal with it
[Chorus:]
If there's funk let it jump, funk we embrace it
It's a common occasion up in this criminal oasis
Rival confrontations we grew up facin' on daily basis
Which molded young savagez prepared to fight the nation
[Young A.Z.:] Buck one, buck two with my pistol!
[Lou-e-Lou:] Shift kit slapped low with the nitro!
[Young A.Z.:] Quarter ounce in my nutz as the blunts lit!
[Lou-e-Lou:] Homicide on our mind while we hustlin'!
[Verse 3]
[Chorus: x2]
If there's funk let it jump, funk we embrace it
It's a common occasion up in this criminal oasis
Rival confrontations we grew up facin' on daily basis
Which molded young savagez prepared to fight the nation
[Young A.Z.:] Buck one, buck two with my pistol!
[Lou-e-Lou:] Shift kit slapped low with the nitro!
[Young A.Z.:] Quarter ounce in my nutz as the blunts lit!
[Chorus: x2]
Northside gangbang, red flagz hang
In northern Cali homeboyz from the valley to the bay claim
[Verse 1: Woodie]
Cock your strap homeboyz, we gonna ride and put these rivals in the dirt
We'll hit 'em hard where it hurts with strategies no sloppy work
So don't forget your gloves, cover your mug, dress in black to match the night
And red flags is a must have 'cause we ain't flaggin' stars and stripes
We puttin' it down for the northern cal, livin' a life considered foul
Why do I gangbang? it's just my thang, got a short in my brain, huh so now
Here I come with a fat ass chop, SK slugs your vest can't stop
Settin' you up like a crooked cop at a spot where you thought you'd recop
Ha ha! your dead now, how many want my head now?!
I care less, I got blackbird waitin' for me to touchdown
So until that day comes, you'll catch me crackin' forties
Cockin' pistols, ridin' with homiez don't approach unless you know me!
[Chorus: x4]
Northside gangbang, red flagz hang
In northern Cali homeboyz from the valley to the bay claim
[Verse 2: Lil' Los]
This is Antioch kill a cop, fuck a hoe and shoot a scrap
Peel a knot how I was taught, don't get caught and stay on top
Watch you drop to the dirt and smerk when I cut turf
Fuck survivors of my rivals I'll be at it every rebirth
And we lerks in the cuts of east Co. Co. county
All through out northern Cali northerners are getting rowdy
From the valley to the bay man, this is how we gang bang
Posted in the alley way, creating scenes with yellow tape
Dank gets laced, liquors chased, red flag on my face
And I'm gonna illustrate hate with a snub nose thirty-eight
And feeling great when I deplete the opposing team
Get the enemies by any means but leave the scene clean
I keep my chrome polished and feel kinda hasty when I haul it
And quickly will see how ugly it gets over shady comments
Hear me out when you stomp this, fuck your side
All through out the nine-duece-five is where I sworn to ride.
[Chorus: x2]
Northside gangbang, red flagz hang
In northern Cali homeboyz from the valley to the bay claim
[Verse 3: Woodie]
We're tippy-toein' through there set, mission to kill a vet
Bush to bush we infiltrate at a rate not breakin' a sweat
Keep our heads straight, initiate tactics 'causin' defeat
And leave some bloody rival meat in the street before we retreat
Don't get cold feet youngsta! You better earn your stripes
Don't hesitate with that tre-eight to leave a rivals head spliced
Cause once you're caught up in the life, forever danger you'll be livin'
Loyalty's above all laws, snitches die unforgiven
Cause we're soldiers in a battlefield to earn respect we have to kill
Self destructive demons? Possibly, depends on how you feel
But let warn the blind let me inform all the homiez
I foreseen a war when the white house said they're capable of cloning
Part of a plot to enslave, homeboyz keep stockpilin' weapons
So when the enemies get to steppin' with weapons from all directions
We could, go out with a bang and that northerner gang
Shall forever retain respect with legacy status attained!
Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me
[Verse 1: Woodie]
How many homiez have you lost? How many lives have you took?
If I take a life then save a life will god overlook
'Cause I'm a giver and a taker, gangbangin' money maker
An anti-social might go postal dealin' with my anger
Type of guy, take a quick look at my life and you'll see why
And you'll realize that my thoughts of killin' people's justified
I'm surrounded by killaz with bottled feelin's refusin' to cry
The click I'm from half the homiez locked up for life or died
Northside, West Twomp, Antioch that's where it started at
Young and broke killaz puttin' -n- major work with five shot starter gats
Rifles were to hard to pack so cut the stock and barrel off
With shotguns tucked between our nuts, to disrespect we dared ya'll
Just some teeny boppers out on missions earnin' stripes
Mommaz cryin' 'cause their babies comin' home from gunfights
We picked one hell of a life to lead, it seems like we fight to bleed
But deep down there's a struggle don't give up and we might succeed
[Chorus:]
Pray for me
But don't fear for my safety
The streets raised me
To never let another man break me
Although lately
I can feel the call of death chase me
I've sinned greatly
Lord take me, forgive me, show mercy
[Verse 2: Lou-e-Lou]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Woodie]
[Verse: Woodie]
Still in touch with them sidewalks but most the time
Block to block my ride squats, I'm supposed to find
A way up out these streets but the Yoc keeps callin' my name
Fuck the money and the fame if suckaz want me to change
Cause I only know how to act one way
Ready for the gunplay, Monday thru Sunday
Many open woundz that still haven't healed, my life is filled with
Eventually people I have to kill I shall deal with
Just let me get this mil ticket, so I could do this dirt
Then hit the block and still kick it, leave many mothers hurt
Their boys didn't make the cut,
They should have raised their sons to keep their fuckin' mouth shut
Them tears, I could give a fuck
For years I've been feelin' fucked in the game
Since sixteen I've kept a pistol tucked within' range
Fucked in the brain in more ways than one
I reminisce back to the days when I could taste the blunt
When we would blaze our guns down at the tracks and practice
Shootin' wild rabbits, police could never catch us
Northside rivertown, highway 4 to second street
Is the area of the Yoc that infected me
[Hook:]
These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
They'll never find your body do to decomposer
Your death gettin closer cause Wood need some closure
These opened woundz a tale certain people kill they'll never heal
They turn material witness just to catch a better deal
They'll never find your body do to decomposer
[Woodie:]
As I drop the top
In my '69 Buick Sky Lark late mornin'
I could feel the heat brewin'
It's gonna be a hot one
A 40 ounce right now I ain't got one
It's time to bounce
To the liquor store and swing this
I'm havin' fits
I need a cold Old English
Once I get it
Hit my next tail bling list
Homies outside
We turn the park into a freak fest [freak fest]
So call your team of hoes
Let 'em know that's it's crackin'
Food, alcohol, and weed free
With bikini action
If you show up with more
Than daisey dukes and a skinny top
Flip a bitch and shake the spot
Obviously you ain't got
What we wanna see
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons of liquor
And all the freaks from the town
It's goin' down, different sets
Congregatin' to kick it
Just the Northeners and allies
Ain't nobody set trippin'
Got pitbulls chained to the trees
And if you fear
I'm guaranteed that they're lockin' our knees
So don't go near 'em
Grab a seat on the bench, relax
Fire up the stench
Of that Northern Cali rope
As the super soaker drench
These notches might as well be topless
With nipples on swole
Stiffer than those on triple gold's
[Chorus: Shannon Sanders]
Oooooh, Northern California
We got somethin' for ya
Northern California
We got somethin' for ya
[B-Dawg:]
Wake up in the mornin'
And I stretch
Wipe the sleep from my eyes
Stagging to the frigerator
Grab a 40, a St. Ides
Still twisted from the night before
Tryin' to regroup
The telephone rings
Niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' swoop
So I hops in the shower
Fit, ironed, and creased
I gots to make a good impression
On these top notch freaks
See it's an everyday thang
To ride and side in the Bay
And best believe come the weekend
Boy we know to parlay
At have it always, all day
Boy it don't stop
Mackin' hoes in your
Six Tray Chevrolet drop
Spittin' game to the finest
Northern Cali has to offer me
Ocean front party on the beach
Hoes jockin' me
Lil' Los and Wood
Got some freaks of they own
The way it's lookin'
Boy this party's goin' all night long
So get your purve on
Go ahead and blaze up the Q
And like they say
"Don't be afraid of the way that you feel"
[Chorus]
[Lil' Los:]
It's your boy from around the way
Where I was born and raised
To live and die in the Bay
This Cali game you can't stop it
Pocket full of profits
Haters try to knock it as were
Poppin' out some notches
50 always watch us
Cause were constantly in somethin'
Folks shootin' dice
Tryin' to constantly win somethin'
Brains blown as we roll through our pro
Chronic clouds in my dome
On my cellular phone
Tellin' the homies, "Come on"!
As we creep to the spot
In the back of a brawl
Gettin' stoned in the parkin' lot
Course I like to watch it
And walk up to the function
Doja go me feelin' good
Tellin' my boys that it's jumpin'
Hop out the ride
And let them clouds bellow out
When that liquor's in my veins
All you broads have no doubt
I'm a walkin' and talkin'
Playa plottin' up on ya
Soakin' yo brain with game
Northern California
[Shannon Sanders]
Northern Cali-forn-I-A
Northern Cali-forn-I-A
Northern Cali-forn-I-A
[Woodie:]
It's blazin' saddles today
That sun could melt ya
So let's cool off
Launch the boat and hit the delta
We lovin' the breeze off the water
As we cruise
Keep an eye out for sheriffs
In case we gotta hide the booze
As we slide through the back slooze
In between the Yoc and Stockton
We headed to the spot
Where hoochie tops are droppin'
Lost styles
Where hoes act wild and silly
Body shots and blow jobs
Drinkin' styles so filthy
Everybody's boat hoppin'
There ain't no stoppin'
This party once it's jumpin'
Wish it happened more often
Fewer and fewer clothes on
As the day goes on
Next thing you know
Hoes are naked and the show's on
Now who's got the bomb breasts
Who's legs are longest
Who's got the booty
You can use for an arm rest
As long as there's no hatin'
With no police in sight
We for surely gonna ride
This one throughout the night
[Verse 1: Big Tone]
One more time, it's that homie from the yoc
Cream of the crop I'm top notch rollin' with my enes out the mob,
Non stop out the drop yellin' east bay bitch
Northside killa Cali with a gangsta bitch
Eyez lit lazy low on my way to the studio,
Woodie laced me with beat now spark the blunt an' let me flow
Calico hold it close cause most of us we livin' rough
Stuck up in this psycho livin' kicking up some major dust,
It's a must to represent it for my northern Cali homies,
Bumpin oldies on the late night talkin bitches out their chonies,
An' my roadie got an eagle 50 Cali polished chrome,
Do it Rambo style same color rag but don't call me Stallone
Feelin' gone of the liquor, busting out the Peter Jacksons,
Still tryin' to figure out this life so I'm a lead it with a strap
My mini mac was gettin' heavy so I switched it for a nine,
So I feel safer when I'm out cause I'm noided out my mind
[Chorus: Woodie]
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
Paranoid, stressed out down that one way road.
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
Paranoid, stressed out down that one way road.
[Verse 2: Big Tone]
Down that one way road man my heart done turn cold
Holdin' down my liquor like I'm fienin' for that endo
Hypno, I need it keep me on a level pace
Too many thoughts with a evil mind
I've seen the devil in my face
I try to pray to God and Jesus
But I'm still stuck up in hell
Ain't nothin' promised to a felon, just a number and a cell
Never felt where I was goin'
Cause I'm still tickin' in the streets
Check the time to go but I'm not goin' out with any ease
Let me breathe another day and I'm a thug it with my g's
Bang that N.O.R.T.E I'm fallin' out with dirty deeds
Push no keys I sell cd's so you know I'm all legit
With the Antioch PD steady be up my dick
Searched my whip I caught a case
Cause them suckaz always hate
If I'm ever facin' life I'm gonna shoot em in the face
That's the real deal shit cause I'm always out on call
So if they try to pull you over man, shoot em in the face y'all.
[Chorus: Woodie]
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
Paranoid, stressed out down that one way road.
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
Paranoid, stressed out down that one way road.
[Verse 3: Big Tone]
You see these cats could never feel me
Cause my mind is goin' nuts
But the life that I live is thugging it fuck it it's a must
Send my love to my homies like I'm stressin' off the game mane
I'm tryna do it right make a buck out of this rap game
Never label me as another local rapper I'm a gangster, muther fucka
Arm in hammer steel would cap ya
That's the way of the wild C
In my 'lac I'm lookin' [?]
Do my thug thang dizzle in da 9 2 3
[Chorus: Woodie]
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
Paranoid, stressed out down that one way road.
Ever stop to think what we're livin' for
Is my mind when I'm high in the studio
Holdin' down my town with the CaliCo
[Verse 1: Woodie]
Feel the weight on my shoulders, put yourself in my shoes
Before you past judgment upon the choices I choose
I'm just a man with a gun in hand protecting what I love
With a deadly alter plan to persevere and stay above
Cause at any time the walls can come tumbling down
And knock you off the top of the ladder back down to the ground
And now you're back to point A with a strike against you
And society don't like you though they might pretend to
It ain't right what men do but dam it's reality
And I'm a do the best I can to not become a casualty
And stand up for my faculty at any time required
Hammers cocked back gripped the devil ain't getting fired
Just another buried sin till my life comes to an end
Lost my feeling for remorse around the age of nine to ten
Then gave up half my soul when I lost my closest friend
To his brother who went from youngest to oldest then
[Chorus:]
Everyday and every night of my life!
My sanity is standin' on the edge lookin' over the ledge
While mama prays I fight to keep my mind right!
Sleepin' with my lead under my head quick to hop out the bed
And point and aim at every noise in the night!
Pacin' my house 'til sunlight in my armored vest, boxers, socks and cortez
Been infected by life's poisonous bite!
Since I left a man spread, full of lead, fled and left him for dead
[Verse 2: Woodie]
Show a little mercy Lord
You did drop us in the middle of some dirty wars
I know lucifer but still I give my love to you
Please understand my actions stem from what these judges do
In '98 when blackbird died yeah I cried
In '99 again I cried after Raymond died
For several years shed so many tears they dried up
Pain manifested to anger that keeps me fired up
Yeah I smile and crack jokes when I'm with the homies
But when alone I'm in a zone where few would wanna know me
I'm murder prone every time I step outside my home
Law enforcement I despise make 'em taste their own
Bad medicine they force on citizens everyday
Kidnap 'em, lock 'em in a cage watch 'em beg and pray
Humiliate 'em strip 'em butt naked bend 'em over
Make 'em cough 4 times for the fallen soldiers
Use their billy club to break their bones how they do us
Then shock 'em with their tazer gun while restrained in cuffs
Pepper spray their eyes blind and their throat 'til they can't breathe
Then let 'em die slowly knowin' that they can't leave
To finish up use their own gun to shoot 'em in the gut
Releasin' acid from their stomach that'll eat 'em up
And to anybody questionin' my way of thinkin'
Obviously haven't smelled the death these demonz reepin'
[Chorus:]
Everyday and every night of my life!
My sanity is standin' on the edge lookin' over the ledge
While mama prays I fight to keep my mind right!
Sleepin' with my lead under my head quick to hop out the bed
And point and aim at every noise in the night!
Pacin' my house 'til sunlight in my armored vest, boxers, socks and cortez
Been infected by life's poisonous bite!
[Woodie]
I step into a house party
Cortez's shinin'
Khakis creased up
Sharper than a diamond
I wasn't invited
So I might be out a place
I'm peepin' the scene
I feel no funk
But feel the bass
They bumpin' some of that
Northern Cali type a shit
Cold World Hustlers
Mac Dre and Brotha Lynch
I'm catchin' the vibe
The atmospheres I'm sweatin'
But still holdin' the nine
In case a homie got to bang
Directions one to one
When it comes to the sets
Cuz it just might be fun tonight
I usually don't expect it
See if your wandering eyes glancin' my way
Who'd a thought out on a
Saturday or a Friday
[Chorus x2: Shannon Sanders]
Although it's an off night
It just might turn out right
Although it's an off night
Don't junk it till dawn light
[Woodie]
Three choices it appears to me
But the brunette with the booty is steering me
She's got them bright green eyes
Proper face, thick thighs
Tits average size
All in all she's the prize
I smoothly make my way across the room
My confidence is high
With three 40's consumed
Hit her with some small talk
Then back off some
If the conversation stops
It was a false alarm
She pursued to chop it up
And asked if I liked to groove
I said, "Baby I'm a gangster
When I dance I barley move"
So if that's cool with you
Then fo' sho' lets hit the floor
But I must admit
My specialty's to stop and get low
[Chorus x2]
[Woodie]
The party's gettin' humid
And the heat I can't bear
So baby I'm a got out front
And get some fresh air
She said she'd like to go to
And asked, "Is that alright with you"
Not a problem
But I might just hit the liquor store or two
My Lark's down the block
And since the night's hot
If you want, it's convertible
So we can drop the top
Right there I had her caught
A fish on a hook
She was puddy in my hands
I could tell by her look
She asked if I was a playa
I said, "That life ain't for me"
Norteño from the Yoc
Now that's a different story
She fell for every word
She was lovin' me no doubt
Told my homies that I came with you
It's time I headed out
To the Lark, to the store, to my spot,
To the soft white imperals on my bed
I'm hittin' skins on and off [not yet]
Sometimes that's the way it goes
Tryin' to get crackin' on the Lincoln
It's all in the ass
[Intro:]
It's them twonk street rydaz east co co North siders know to resort to violence
Loyal fighters 50 can't divide us!
[Chorus:]
Nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern cali dippin) nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern cali dippin)
[Woodie:]
Right back at you with that shit tha'l leave you captured the second chapter of east co co's racher whos a factor smobbin like a tracker crushing everything in sight leaving a scronda wondering how did they blow up over night all and all it's pretty simple drop the beat so ya'll can hear keep it real and never once forget about our soilders killed introducing northern cali in a completly different fasion by letting the it be know nation wide that all the scraps we blastin smashin with darkroom low down ghetto line and black and brown representing town and town while packin pounds and jacking rounds never hesitate to iniciate the funk and if we feel there's funk ecanon stuffed between our gun we strapped up just incase of chunkin just a bunch of homie boys chakee sportin pistol totin gangbangin methanfedimy slangin smokin rocks of potent 40 drinkin rubber stinkin up the block in 69s dropin tops and shakin cops it's northern calis time to shine!
[Chorus:]
Nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern cali dippin dippin) [x4]
[Lil Los:]
Sinin set trippin wippin and dippin dank sacks keep mr grinin while my my rims keep on spinnin northern cali livin mayne got me caught up in the game think about blowin your brains but say no names my vains pump fluid that's fluent yoc influenced red by choice gang recruitin steelin shootins and a blue prasute be easy but hard to find by packin 9 in the mean time cause head will keep me incline these times are getting rough so little los has got to puff different funk every month both actin tough in every turf cause I had enough of these pos all on our backs the force task get jacked cause our last riot was about scraps 50 suck dickie dummpin the season comes equipt talkin shit to your kids exposing them to how we live fuck s bitch fuck a snitch keep that joint up in your lip slap a 40 in yo lap and talk about it in your rap pack a strap by your side kinda slide in your ride take a choke and get high keep that north side in your pride you can try but this bangin and quick fuck yout life your that rip tide east co co hit
[Chorus:]
Nod your head as you listen east co co hit (Northern Cali Dippin Dippin) [x4]
[Louie Lou:]
[Verse 1:]
So more pride north side of the golden state
6 years later woodie still holding weight
We've come a long way world wide the norte's known
Although more's shown more counties consider it's own
It's a rich and poor thing where the poor be ridin'
If you rich and you picky you better be providin'
If you hit a fat lick moneyz getting divided
Amongst the clique till this day that's why we survivin'
Pistol hammers cocked back when bad vibes are caught
The streets are cold quick with guns most fights are fought
Until you earn respect you ain't got the right to talk
So hit the streets like a pit learn to bite and lock
That's the way we were raised up on these norte sidewalks
Never trust the cops or make deals with shylocks
If your a solid homeboy ain't got be from my block
Even your outfit might not be what I rock
Cause we be back to back when we cross paths with rats
If after the show we probly blast to have to same tasks
This coming from a man at times would love to die
From frisco to so then feel the love then ride
[Chorus:]
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
[Verse 2:]
Sky larks still runnin same engine different body parking up the block
With duals little bird's sittin shotty with a gallon of bacardi in the trunk
By the 15's midnight cherry paint golden bows the shits clean
Hate traffic with a passion convertable fassion
4 deep quick to hop out the car and start smashin
Homeboys enven thicker in the yoc these days
It goes to show the crocked cops never got their way
You speak on me and my team whatchu got to say?
I still be fleain crime scenes this ain't doctor dre
This music barley pays the bills but it's a way for homboys
To let our prescense be known look up and make some noise
So hold the red flags high cause we sittn the fy
That north star in the sky shining down on our lives
Reflected souls of our loved ones killed in this cold game
Protectin our dough man we murder with no shame
[Chorus: x2]
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
[Verse 3:]
The crack back still poten half the state off the hook
Went on 4 high speeds leave the police shook
The pigs are deeper than ever tryna short stop and ever
By strippen us of our freedom which only creates vendetta
We from antioch pittsburg oakley stocktone and sac town
Within yuba city chico hammer city and back down
Manteca modesto tracey merced to fresno visalia delano reedly
Hanford now let's go the homies take you in to watsonville san jose union city
Milbeas morgan hill freemont hayward san lyoc san lorenzo and oak town
Soun vallo rich right there vallejo one up to roach town
Back over the golden gate san francisco stay ridin daly city south city
East palo alto norte sidin that's just to name a few there's many more in between
Spread out from sawm to city homies kackie qarantee
[Chorus: x2]
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
[Verse 4:]
Were stil holdin it down after so long now
Just tryna stay above the rest the only way we know how
Loved ones lost in the game but we still solid through the rain
Loyalty and justice is our thang equality we shall obtain
[Chorus: x2]
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Gotta chase the homeboys up and down cali ridin flared up tearin it up (norte sidin)
Grew up in this sker to the east bay co co county bumbin on them freeways
Much Pride North Side Of The Golden State It's Woodie
Wood From The A-N-T-I-O-C-H Where The Crack Bags Potent
And The Pigs Are Deep For Every New Batch Could Happen
To Go Sleep And I Creep In A 69 Lark For Dark Parking
Up The Block On Rallies Chrome Shining Like Jark
Swinging Sideways The Highways Up There Aiming For Brains
With My Eyes All Dilated Swerving Through Lanes Shits
Gone Strange But I Was Up In Funk Before That So Nothings
Really Changed In This Yoc Life Format Homies Gone Or Doing
Time So They Putting It Deep But We Some Norte Sidin Ridin
90 Bumping With Heat (With Beat) Waking Out The Windows
Spitting Yoc Life Lingo (That Shits So Tight It Makes My
Ears Tingle) I Seen Gold Shot Duce Duces All It Takes
Still Rattled Up These Crazy Killas Bearing For State
But I Prefer To Talk A Tray Five Save On My Nuts So I
Can Hit Them With A Gunshot Fuckin Them Up
[Chorus: x2]
Living In The Skirts Of The Eastbay Co Co County
Cranking Bomb To Keep The Ballers Paid But You Cant
Fade When The Soldiers Get To Riding Flare It Up,
Tearin' It Up Norte Sidin'
Yoc Influenced What The Fuck Does It Mean It's The Reason
Why I'm Cocking Back And Blowing Out Your Spleen It
Could Mean That Your All About Your Green And Copping C Notes
Or Rolling On The Triple Gold's Where And Folks Are
Serving Bedos Might Have You Flossing With Your Town Soiled
Up Or Hit The County You A Bitch Or A Snitch Your Getting
Rolled Up So I'm A Solidified Yoc Swinga A Malt
Liqueur Drinker A Fuckin Deep Thinker Until I Hit The Grave
Better Count Me As A Factor Cause I Aint Ever Been Out
Shooting Blanks Hauling With Actor Prepare To Scrap Down As
I Pound Through This Town Of A Hundred Thousand People
Fifty Thousand Living Bound Back In 92 Only A Few Busters
Ridin 93 Grew Out These Fools South Siding 94 We Kept
The Pistol Chamber Smoking 95 Realized The Yoc Aint Joking
96 Had The Homies Prove They Swanging Thats All Good
But Why'd You Fools Quit Banging 97 Fuck It I Aint
Even Trippin Load The Homies That I Got Even More And Keep
Dipping Let The Record State In 98 Shall I Die Write The
Words In My Obituary For The North Side I Serve
[Chorus: x2]
Living Life Strapped Put A
Target On A Scrap And Imma Hit A Bullseye Cause Its Like
That Woodies Only Hated For The Fact Im Gang Related
Fuck Rapping About That Bullshit Been Through Too Much To
Fake It Living Life Strapped Put A Target On A Scrap
And Imma Hit A Bulls Eye Cause Its Like That Woodies
Only Hated For The Fact I'm Gang Related Fuck Rapping
About That Bullshit Been Through Too Much To Fake It
[Courtney Triggs]
You wanna play wit the dopest
And I'm a put up the bounty
From Play To Win Records
All the way to Co. Co. County
I'm a let these niggas know
They ain't never been a factor
Called up X.O. and he hit that nigga Jacka
These niggas understand
I don't like the goodie goodies
On the highway, top drop,
Headed to see Woodie
Northerners and pit bulls and everything they like
These niggas came together
Made for give me the mic
[The Jacka]
It's the Jack, it's the Jack
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love to K-I-N-G
Don't let `em catch ya
It's the bitch ass detective that's
Really tryin' to stretch it
Got my nigga Bo locked
The whole Mob scattered out
Catchin' cases,
Change of faces, gettin' plotted out
So many nations
I guess a nigga gotta sav it out
On the run, hittin' banks
Still givin' thanks to the Mo Side
Survivin' in a place where most die
I'm suspended from space and time
Suspended form school so I just quit tryin'
Addicted to drugs, and the life of crime
Blastin' slugs at the police
And slugs at the other side
Slugs wit the big lead
20 G's will make your kin bleed
Keep sellin' crack, keep smokin' weed
Fuck the world
Life ain't all what it seems
I could have been a king
But I'd rather push cream, muthafucka
[Chorus: Courtney Triggs]
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From Play To Win Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From East Co. Co. Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
[X.O]
You must have me twisted
I only fuck wit the real twisted cap
Bottoms up, until I hurl on the flask
In a instance, niggas get lifted
And they start on my experience
Niggas die if I wish it
Run the streets off instinct
We ain't niggas who wishin'
My heart weighs a ton
These niggas scared to bust the gizzun
I play for keeps, I play for G,
I play to win nigga
I swear I'm like the wizzun
I'm always fucked up
Cuz I lost when that shit gets dizzun
So muthafuck that bass
And muthafuck prison
I smash for the cash
Stay instructed wit all the casings
I'm always basin'
This shit is crazy
Why niggas hate me I just don't know
Maybe it's my flow
Maybe cuz I got that bitch on blow
Gang recognize game, bangin' X to the O
Unload and reload
I'm way worse than before
Don't fuck wit hoes still ill
All about my doe
X.O.
[Chorus]
[Woodie]
You can catch me in some dirty khakis
Wife beater wit a red belt swingin'
Bruce Lee say some cheese
But still drinkin' Old English
I'll bark ya like some rotts
I'm lockin' like a pit
So think again before you get to
Knockin' my shit bitch
I'm quick to leave you leakin'
Incapable of speakin'
While your bleedin'
Your homie's speedin'
Seekin' hospital treatment
Should have kept they mouth shut
Some just don't know when to quit
Usually I'm out the gate
Maybe one pass but that's it
I'm a hit
Ya'll gon' feel the wrath of fury
Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norteño
What the fuck you got to say ‘bout that
Shut your trap, save your breath
I would love to make your death excruciating
Bones protruding, shakin' nerves
A day no less
I fiend to make a mess again
I guess I lost my love within
Survivin' in the depths of these streets
It's a must to sin
I'm punchin' in and I ain't clockin' out until I'm finished
Pursin' danger slowly crossing names out my hit list
[Blackbird:]
It's 1993, some things have been rough,
You know, they just made me hard and stuff
I didn't like when people tried to punk me
Then people started carrying guns
Shit
Well anyways
In 94 Raymond he got shot
Which just started a big ol' thing
Then a whole bunch of stuff happened
[Verse 1:]
Enemies grab your strap cause Woodie's back
With an S.K. chop up on your ass
West twomp-norteno earn my stripes at a young age livin' fast
Strapped and young with a lot to prove,
Dared anyone to make a move
Buckin' at them scraps on west boulevard-way back in '92
It's '99, been to hell and back,
Blackbird is gone I dwell on that
Thinkin' what could I've done to change the way shit went down,
Wish I could bring him back
This gangbangin' done took it's toll,
I drink old gold to keep control
To appease my soul where the demon grows,
God if you're true release it's hold
It won't let go so I keep on ridin',
Slappin' the clip in the chop invitin'
Enemies... to come get at me and say your last goodbyes
Cause one of us dyin'
I know when it's time for me to go
I'm gonna die in a cloud of gun smoke
Had dreams of my death since the age of fourteen,
I'm surprised I ain't already done croaked
Put negative thoughts in the back of my mind,
Gotta find a way to make that cabbage
I'm tired of seein' the homiez broke,
Gotta plan to have us livin' lavish
Rappin' about this life we've lead,
Rappin' about this blood we shed
And all the different ways homiez have bled,
To keep each other one step ahead
[Chorus:]
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances are most likely high
Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly!
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday
I struggle to keep my mind sane
Pull an AK and I can't tell
Heaven and hell keep playing mind games
[Verse 2:]
From trials and tribulations
I've developed a knack for patience
So I'm camouflaged and waitin'
When it comes to retaliation
Infiltratin' surveyin' your spot,
Gotta plot so I don't get caught
My click is hot, by the cops were sought,
They'd love to empty out our knot
Therefore engagin' in tactics the average soldier couldn't grasp
But I'll leave it at that
Cause I know detectives try decodin' my raps
They tryin' to lock all of us up,
They might have killed the babies and los
They knew that snoop didn't kill nobody
Yet sentenced him to the most
No doubt the media's on their side,
The media feeds the nation lies
They just relay what the government say,
They're puppets for the public's eyes
This world's built up of gangs,
Some are bigger some are smaller
F.B.I, C.I.A, Norteno, Crip, Blood we all are... set trippin'
But the A.T.F decides how many straps we get,
The D.E.A decides just how much coke and heroin's smuggled in
And so on... it goes on from the top to the bottom
And we're at the bottom
Livin' up in these streets
So fuck you pigs when you ask me why I shot 'em
[Chorus:]
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances are most likely high
Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly!
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday
I struggle to keep my mind sane
Pull an AK and I can't tell
Heaven and hell keep playing mind games
[Verse 3:]
I'd love to have a family,
Beautiful wife that understands me
Many sons and a daughter
But I'd be a father on the brink of sanity
Would it be fair? If one day daddy disappeared
Whether I lost my mind or I lost my life
Left with one mother to care
Would they end up like me?
It's definitely a possibility
Just one of a thousand questions
Eatin' me up inside it's killin' me
But if an unplanned child comes,
I'm stickin' by my loaded guns
I'll protect my little homie and have an army of sons
Fuck it! I'll teach 'em everything that I know,
Make sure they grow to become hogs
How to plot attacks and cover their tracks,
Loyalty above all laws
I gotta keep dreamin' to keep them demons out my head
So I don't snap
I might peel my wig back or your wig back,
I ain't dealin' with a full stack
Brain unstable but I remain able
To keep them shady thoughts cradled
Takin' it day by day
And when the sunsets hope the night ain't fatal
Look in the sky, pick a star,
That's blackbird tonight
I'm choppin' it up with my big homie
He might be gone but he's still in my life
Impossible to separate us we're one of the same spirit
His flesh is gone but his soul lives on
And when he speaks to me I hear it
The only difference is I'm walkin' the earth
Still caught up in drama
Until my numbers called game over
No more need for the bulletproof armor
[Chorus:]
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances are most likely high
Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly!
When enemies approach
Should I run or should I kill
Fuck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel
I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday
I struggle to keep my mind sane
Pull an AK and I can't tell
Heaven and hell keep playing mind games
[Blackbird:]
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
I'll be listening don't worry
[Woodie:]
Hear that home boys,
He's still with us
[Blackbird:]
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
I'll be listening don't worry
[Woodie:]
Just not in the flesh
Woodie watching over all of us
[Blackbird:]
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
I'll be listening don't worry
[Woodie:]
I'll see you in a minute Los
I love ya
[Blackbird:]
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
Whenever you wanna talk to me,
I'll be listening don't worry
[Woodie:]
Yeah and I love all my family
All my homies
Ya know
I never turn my back on any of ya
How could I
Look what snoop did
[Woodie:]
Where're you from homie and what do you claim
And don't fuck around and call me ese ene
Cause this is the northern Cali pistol
Packin' Antioch plus swamp
That's doom to give you a kick in the guts
For homeboys snoop and blackbird
Have my click backed up forgot about the Sunday clan
But 50 startin packin down and takin homies out the game
They wasn't what they claimed to be
They think that they back with me
But now when they see me they wanna hang with me
But when I got out back in 96' when I touched down
They was nowhere to be found hibernating out of town
Either that or at their baby's mommas house
Gettin chased
So if you see me, don't break your neck
Y'all gets no respect
With Blackbird on the run, and picked Snoop under the gun
It was just me, Lil Bird, Lil Los and my cousin
Trying to keep the tribe alive
Under 50's watchful eye so we didn't all survive
And there is one thing that I realized
[Chorus:]
Loyalty above it all it's the hardest fact
Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind
The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears
Watch that homeboy that you'd die for, loyalty disappear
[Woodie:]
I trust my mother and my pit
And count my homies on left my hand
Expect the least from others
So far it has been the best plan
No disappointments, cause stressin is pointless
Crack the top off of an oldie after an oldie and enjoy this
The life that I'm living today in hopes that I'll see tomorrow
Looks that way that these snitches will pay for,
They will never feel my sorrow
They deserve to die, they took all control of lives
Starp 'em down in the shocker, flip the switch and let 'em fry
Why oh why would I want someone to die
I'm just that type of guy, me bein a killa can't deny
And only the lord can pass this judgment upon me
So lies from the government, suck a dick, like ben a tommy
I'm fed up with these bitches and snitches, talkin my business
Got a hit list two pages long, I'll be killin for Christmas
I gotta flip for quickness and do them both, no witnesses
And police I know you're listening to this,
So watch this bullshit. Pig!
[Chorus:]
Loyalty above it all it's the hardest fact
Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind
The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears
Watch that homeboy that you'd die for, loyalty disappear
[Woodie:]
Lil' Los break 'em off
[Lil' Los:]
Times are getting hectic, my phone calls intercepted
My home boys were defective, talking to detectives
I can't understand it how you picked up these habits
All you back stabbing faggots are making Los the maddest
Motherfucker in in e double c county
Got me creeping through these streets with Nina Calean
I gotta bring this thing to a closure
Gotta approach ya and smoke ya like a fat sack of dosher
My boy wood had told ya in northern exposure
That a hostile soldier is liable to fold ya
Packing heaters in holsters, you got me smoking my roaches
And the stress is so high, it's turning alkies (alcoholics) to tokers
It's hard to focus on my life dreams
When I got these shisty haters right behind me
I likely to snap, react and grab the strap from the small of my back
Ain't no telling where I'm at when I'm high off the yac
I'm from a place deep in the bay
Where you can't get away from suckas that are two faced
And it's a damn shame, giving the town a bad name
Got me popping like champagne at rat's and rival's membranes.
[Chorus: x2]
Loyalty above it all it's the hardest fact (... hardest fact...)
Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind
(Ooh... yeah... yeah...)
The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears (... handle his fears...)
Life's full of ups an' downs homie,
Gotta take the good with the bad,
Sometimes you wanna take that easy way out,
But nah... Can't do that,
It might be worse on the other side,
Gotta keep strugglin', keep strivin',
Make the best of it while you're here,
Even if it is hell on earth...
What am I worth?
Am I more hated or loved?
How am I looked upon by the powers above?
What's in store for me other than war in the streets?
A shot in heaven's lookin' grim,
Without remorse in me,
No one was forcin' me to live the life I've lived,
But the Yoc influence infected my head,
I made my own bed, dug my own grave when I die,
Cause I refuse to be a slave while alive,
I never followed orders, never took commands,
Well catch me if you can, I'll be damned if I stand still,
Officer killed people that I might've done,
Healed people too, but not just anyone,
Religiously livin' under the gun,
My soul is at the mercy of the father an' son,
I search my conscious, for remorse till my heart doesn't sting,
I've hurt my homies, an' my family,
An' death I will bring,
God I warned 'em.
[Chorus:]
Tryin to win in this life of sin,
Sometimes I wish this life would end,
To rid me of this pain an' agony,
But who's to say there's brighter days?
There's a chance I'll lay where the fires blazed,
So I'm a keep livin' my life how it has to be,
Loyalty above all laws,
Never turn your back,
You chose to live this life,
Don't get out becomin' a rat,
You knew the consequences before you got caught,
But you let your jaw talk when the steel door locks,
Hopin' to walk,
Even god looks at you ashamed,
But He's who created you, so who can He blame?
Where as me, I could blame your ass in a second,
Cause you're the type to hop up in the game just to wreck it,
So called 'homie', snitch infected,
I feel so disrespected,
I have no problem leavin' all his bones disconnected,
Thoughts of Satan are reflected in my daily routine,
So don't take it personally, if I look at you mean,
I'm just caught up in the life that I made for myself,
As I'm runnin' the streets,
My mother prays for my health,
Thank God, 80 percent of my thoughts are good intentions,
So when I shed my skin please allow me some redemption,
[Chorus:]
Tryin to win in this life of sin,
Sometimes I wish this life would end,
To rid me of this pain an' agony,
But who's to say there's brighter days?
There's a chance I'll lay where the fires blazed,
So I'm a keep livin' my life how it has to be,
(Tryna win in this life of sin)
Where does Blackbird rest?
God does he rest in peace?
Cause he better damn well not rest in misery,
I know he did some things that had the police speakin',
But if you send him to hell,
What the fuck were you thinkin'?
Regardless when my departure is due,
Send me on through,
Where the hardest player flames, Blackbird I'm with you,
I feel you all around me,
Your spirit surrounds me,
At times you helped me back from crossin' dangerous boundaries,
You enter my dreams, an' let me know different things,
Sometimes it takes awhile before I figure out what it means,
But I get the picture,
You're tellin' me "I'm with ya",
An' I heard you when you whispered
"Sorry 'bout that time I hit ya, Wood"
It's all good, you were stressed out homie,
An' at times, I feel you're the only one that know me,
An' while you're on the other side, awaitin' my arrival,
I'm out here in the jungle challengin' my survival,
But I ain't really trippin',
When I go I gotta go,
Cause I know you'll be there to greet me at the front door,
But in the mean time,
Tell Raymond, an' the babies, Alyssa, an' my grandparents,
I think about 'em daily, I miss y'all
[Chorus:]
Tryin to win in this life of sin,
Sometimes I wish this life would end,
To rid me of this pain an' agony,
But who's to say there's brighter days?
There's a chance I'll lay where the fires blazed,
So I'm a keep livin' my life how it has to be,
Tryin to win in this life of sin,
Sometimes I wish this life would end,
To rid me of this pain an' agony,
But who's to say there's brighter days?
There's a chance I'll lay where the fires blazed,
So I'm a keep livin' my life how it has to be,
Tryna win in this life of sin
Tryin to win in this life of sin,
Sometimes I wish this life would end,
To rid me of this pain an' agony,
But who's to say there's brighter days?
There's a chance I'll lay where the fires blazed,
[Verse 1:]
All that platinum shit, it looks like silver to me
And payin' a thousand times the price ain't appealin' to me
I'll spend my money in the streets so my whole gang got choppaz
And droptop old school triple gold trunk knockers
Pit bulls in the passenger seat, heat beneath the dash
Bendin' corners passin' the weed, who'll be the "g" to last
The one that took his feddy and fled, leavin' his homiez stuck
Or that who took his feddy and said, homiez we comin' up
Cause they the ones that had your back, when you was broke
So don't forget about that 'cause money stacks come and go
Or wind up solo on the under wonderin' who can you trust?
Cause your greediness took away the one thing that counts... love
[Chorus:]
Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang
Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz
Doin' thangs that we wanna, whenever we feel
Hit the block put in work or catch a flight to Brazil
Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang
Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz
Got a gang of baby mommaz, but do who we wanna
Fuckin' every bitch from hoodrats to Alyssa Milano
[Verse 2:]
Remember where you started at, never forget it
And whoever helped you get that scratch, you better split it
Share the wealth and the life you're livin', with those who've given
Take care of homeboys in prison, stay family driven
So come up and switch up, ya'll get that scrill and feel invincible
Lose touch with the streets and forget original principles
And the laws and the rules of the game you feel that you're above it
Thinkin' money got you covered 'til the day you discover
That the ones that backed your name
And struggled shoulder to shoulder with cha, no longer remain,
Their love and loyalty you burnt that bridge up
Now you're all alone, no one's to call to help you to your feet
Realizin' your dishonor over paper got you beat
[Chorus:]
Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang
Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz
Doin' thangs that we wanna, whenever we feel
Hit the block put in work or catch a flight to Brazil
Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang
Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz
Got a gang of baby mommaz, but do who we wanna
Fuckin' every bitch from hoodrats to Alyssa Milano
[A-Wax]
Yo feel my flury
Feel my fury
Middle finger to the world
Till I'm burried
Heaven or hell
Choose one or be a treat
By seven I'm in a spell, bumpin' a beat
Somethin' comes from deep within me
Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me
So possibly I could be goin' insane
Snortin' this cane
Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain
Misunderstood by most
Few people considered close
It's a very thin line between foes and folks
Slide up [?] and spokes, bangin' the curb
Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg
Mumblin' words, ready to reach
Dawg I'm deadly wit heat
Hold it steady I'll be
A fuckin' nut, patna what
Run up and get touched
Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney
I'm turnin' more savage as the days go by
Think I'm headed for the flames
Dawg, I ain't gon' lie
It's a cold world full a sin
What the fuck, what the fuck
What the fuck are you supposed to do
They after you and they want yo soul
But it ain't nothin' you can do
Wit that chrome 44
All the love in the world couldn't kill this rage
And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze
[Chorus: Woodie (A-Wax)]
Let me take you on a journey (journey)
Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)
Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)
America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya)
Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)
Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell)
Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast)
America, we ain't scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya)
Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area)
[Woodie]
That's the point ya existance
I could feel these haters in a distance
Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this
Witness through the eyes of a survivor
From these battlefields in the streets
I was born a fighter
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but fuck that!
That ain't enough I'm gonna ride to my grave
Think I'm gonna pay for the actions that you make
I'm way beyond the point of wonder why I'm [?] trait
This goes to all my enemies
Big or small, your up in the fault
I got nothin' to loose
I die or win it all
Look my mind is like a brick wall
Hard to penetrate
This stuborn muthafucka that I am is ready to demonstrate
You tend to fake
Sucka you'll be the first to go
Cuz I'm a lay it down, right now
Woodie let ya know
[Chorus x2]
And if I wasn't high I'd probably blow my fuckin' brains out
[Woodie:]
Now if I wasn't drunk I'd probably blow my fucken brains out
The A.P.D wanna ring my neck for the way I handle thangs now
You think I give a fuck? My whole life I've been known to press my luck
I'm walkin' up the block with a limp from the SK chop tucked in my nuts
I hope this goes as planned, it's been about 2 weeks I've been plottin'
About how far to park the getaway and how many fences I'll be hoppin'
How many backyards got dogs? Fuck that, kill 'em with the steak and d-con
Then do my dirty deed commence to hit that fence and be gone
For the future blastin', gotta keep my ass up out the casket
Or my click gonna be one less deep that's one less soldier in action
And we can't afford that, too many riders already swallowed
But we hangin' on with a left hand grip while our right hands buckin' hollowz
Hollerin' Yoc life... Norte... fuck thirteen... catorce
I earn a stripe for the norte side every scrap life I make forfeit
Plus there's more shit I must tend to due to the backstabbin' I've been through
Antioch's my place of venue for ex-homiez on my menu
Chalk it up to the evil that men do when I ventilate your chest
And you can't help but piss and shit all over yourself and meet your death
[Verse: Woodie]
From ammunition decisions to choppin' game with precision
I've learned my inner visions maintain my insane livin'
My achievements in the eyes of an average person
Might seem inadequate, ain't that a bitch?
I'm still loadin', dispersin'
Bullets in any direction my perception perceives enemies
Fightin' off infections best I can with old-e remedies
My life full of dirty deeds runs deeper than the seven seas
Come try to get this, I've been witness to things you'll never see
And maybe participated, initiated and displayed it
To the public, yeah I thug it, acts of satan got 'em faded
Just the way that I was raised brought up in these final days
So far bullets only grazed this man of Yoc influenced ways
So fuck all the chitter chatter opposite of livin' fatter
I'm a keep stackin' and drinkin' til that liquor rip my bladder
Or a rival gets his wish and got me sleepin' with the fish
Whatever's first that's my curse, 'til then ain't gotta deal with it
The way I'm looked upon? ain't nobody like Chaka Khan
That could love me better than myself so ya'll keep lookin' on
I'm a continue my journey, stay yearning for better bliss
With a fully auto S.K.S in case I ever miss
[Verse: Woodie]
Let's take it back to ninety-three, flag hangin' to the back of my knee
A three fifty seven tucked in my nuts for those attackin' me
Patrolin' the block, the set, the turf whatever you wanna call it
Seventeen years old so bold ain't no one shot callin'
Fool we got our own gang, and do our own thang
Money second, bitches third, first thing build a known name
Earn our stripes, put in work, objective leave them rivals hurt
Get your hands on any strap you can if broken make it work
Avoid the cops at all costs, never come in contact
Hit a fence and shake you faced with murder result to combat
As long as that strap is loaded homie you got a chance
Never give up, throw your shit up let 'em know you ready for the last dance
One-eight-seven we hit them, seven-eight-one they hit us
Back and forth we all die, fuck it! In my northerners I trust
To ride's a must, whenever I bust can't let 'em match ballistics
[Woodie:]
Dead bodies ain't new to me, I could give a fuck who you be
If I'm threatened I'm steppin' lettin' my weapon be the root of me
I aim to do to you before what you aim to do to me
At thirty I damn near got street warfare tactics down to a T
It's true the Yoc influenced me, I grew up gone off booze and weed
Cocked and stocked walkin' thru the streets,
Now demonz got me losin' sleep
Oh well, hello hell, I'll ride 'til killed in this life
Deep down inside feel I'm gonna die with no children or wife
Only my stripes and my memories of loved ones that remember me
And the day that death renders me is a blessin' for my enemies
Before I'm on bended knees, I'll bend corners and let it squeeze
God no disrespect intended but vengeance is a necessity
While homiez dead rest in peace I roam lonely infested streets
With a vest and heat 'til destiny catches up with me and gets the best of me
Few next to me but best believe when it's time to lock and load we ride
[Al Pacino in Scarface:]
Hey Sosa, let's get this straight now.
I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that?
All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one.
Do you understand?
[Verse 1:]
Blackbird is gone and sometimes I wanna die
Just so I can kick it with my homie, tell me why
I can be suicidal though I got my moms to think about
I keep in focused mind for my homies I'm lookin' out
Keep the chopper in the cuts and a pistol in my nuts
If confronted never stutter this is west twompsta!
Hit it up and put it down although I love I hate my town
I love my homies but I hate these phonies turning shit around
Switching up and talkin' to pigs makin' this shit gone strange
And now you targeted outsiders while us riders doin' things
How's it feel to be left in the dust dig your grave shady foes
[?] heard that norte sidin' on the radio
[Chorus: x2]
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
[Verse 2: Woodie]
I ain't known for shootin' craps but I'm known for shootin' scraps
With an everlastin' passion blastin' puttin 'em on their backs
Forever ridin' with the northerners on these southside foreigners
Leavin' 'em dead soaked in red got a pick up for the coroner
I admit a dirty life I lead jampacked with dirty deeds
Only things I truly care about is family and homiez
Makin' g's sounds appealin' but that money comes and goes
So I stick close to my homiez and quick to talk shit to these hoes
When my thoughts are in a flicker I wash my brains out with malt liquor
Olde e bless me with the strength and vigor to keep me in the picture
Cause these rivals tryin' to box me up and five-o's tryin' to lock me up
Tryin' to get me stuck in a cell washed up like Snoop whether or not that block we bucked
Gotta be on my p's and q's never give pigs a reason to
Rush up in the house with a warrant, think deep don't believe the news
That's the way I'm livin' daily struggle to keep my freedom
For the funk got a pet named clip hollow-tips I feed 'em enemies come meet 'em
[Chorus: x2]
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
[Bridge:]
We tried to tell you motherfuckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side
That's how it is living a life of gats and rivals
[Verse 3]
[Bridge: x2]
We tried to tell you mother fuckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side
That's how it is living a life of gats and rivals
[Chorus:]
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
[Bridge: x2]
We tried to tell you mother fuckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side
[Verse: Woodie]
Malicious entities hell sent, try to rip my soul from my flesh
Paralyzed can't move my body, where do God be?
As I lay strugglin' for breath my body motionless eyes open,
Hoping this isn't my chosen death
At the moment I thought my life was over
Whatever was holdin' me suddenly left
Bye bye... why I... didn't die, I can't answer why try
I'm busy fightin' inner demons nightly and daily
Prayin' I die high
Tryin' to keep possession of my sanity,
Don't want to admit life's damaged me,
Got to keep it together for family
Often wonder if God's abandoned me,
Streets got me grippin' heat randomly
Hopin' nobody tests the man in me,
If I feel any I'll-fated plans for me
I will try to peel your canopy
In my wicked mind lies a gifted mind,
Intelligent but inflicted mind,
Saturated with depicted crimes,
Livin' in apocalyptic times
Time to get the fuck up out of here,
Like county jail after about a year
Fuck the police state it loud and clear
For every citizen they murder without a tear
Maybe I'm slightly psychotic and my mentality goes unshared
So if I'm wrong let me know, hit the rum,
Light the blunt blaze your gun in the air
[Chorus: x2]
Karma's like Medusa she can turn you to stone
Raised in a world where I been cursed since the first day I was born
I "pray! pray! ", I wake up knowin' I might die today
[Sang:]
Dreamin a life dreamin a life
Where the money ain't tight
[Verse 1: Woodie]
For my... click to succeed how many soldiers must bleed?
We just wanna live comfortable spread our seed and carry on our breed
Each of us need... an old school indeed
Candy paint, drop-top, gold thangs call it greed
So it be, we also want a Benz 500 se laced with chrome
S.u.v for the family, 7 bedroom 4 bath home
Floors made out of marble stone, swimmin' pool with a waterfall
Record company checks pay the bills nobody's gotta ball
Plus we'll take a dime from every dollar that we make so
We can pack and stack up more artillery than waco
Ain't no fits like the ones we got
I'm talkin' dickies and cortez in colors they don't stock
And every homie got a pit bull, refrigerator packed full
Plus a bar with every liquor imaginable
Snoop would be out of the hole back with his folkz livin' the finer ways
With hand painted portraits of dead homiez above the fire place
We won't let money change us but still beware of strangers
Remainin' soldiers, streets have showed us jealous men are dangerous
Right now a 4 car garage is just a mirage
But just the thought of such a life keeps me strugglin' for the cause
[Chorus:]
Dreamin a life
Where the money ain't tight
And every ride's dipped in candy
Triple gold reflections shine bright
We all got a house on a hill
Everybody got a crop of the kill
As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill
We divide up another million dollar bills
[Verse 2: B-Dawg]
[Chorus:]
Dreamin a life
Where the money ain't tight
And every ride's dipped in candy
Triple gold reflections shine bright
We all got a house on a hill
Everybody got a crop of the kill
As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill
We divide up another million dollar bills
[Verse 3: Shadow]
[Chorus:]
Dreamin a life
Where the money ain't tight
And every ride's dipped in candy
Triple gold reflections shine bright
We all got a house on a hill
Everybody got a crop of the kill
As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill
We divide up another million dollar bills
[Verse 4: Woodie]
Can we?... hop on a flight... and touch down in Tahiti
Or even the Caribbean, Hawaii or Fiji
Just make it tropical with lots of blue water and white sand
We wanna be greeted by native beauties when the flight lands
Check into a five star hotel, rent the top floor
With ocean views to die for, no thoughts about what cost more
We'll meet down on the beach homeboyz throw your cut off cacks on
There's hundreds of notches in bikinis to get your mack on
Then we'll slide on up to some bar they call the island hut
Sittin' on the oceanfront roll a blunt and light it up
Order up margaritas, coconut coolers with tequila
Appetizers to feed us topped off with lobster fajitas
Now that would be the... life, my angers at ease
You can hear the ocean breeze blowin' through the palm trees
As the sun sinks slowly and the stars ignite
Bikini models talkin' about let's rendezvous tonight
Who would believe? we outlaws had a trick up our sleeve
That would allow us to live and enjoy life's luxuries
We started in the streets gutter bound puttin' in work prepared for jail
And ya'll just got broke off a piece of a Nortenos fairytale
[Chorus:]
Dreamin a life
Where the money ain't tight
And every ride's dipped in candy
Triple gold reflections shine bright
We all got a house on a hill
Everybody got a crop of the kill
As we smoke, drink, kick back and chill
[Verse 1]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Woodie]
Who me? Woodie a punk, fuck that junk, what makes you say that?
Just 'cause I rap don't mean I'm just a rapper I'm out for payback
Laid back in a lark with the top dropped, yeah my click done got the yoc hot
Breakin' em off in ninety-four got enemies chalked up, homeboyz locked up
Sucka walk up with your glock tucked if you feel you're the one to kill me
Wanna get filthy? Enemies feel free puttin' it down for the north I'm guilty
Old-e forties distill me as I spill my seed upon this earth
Tryin' to leave a part of my soul with a son to carry along my name and word
My son murder if you have to but I don't stress that you make it a habit
And wind up too far gone and can't back up forced to live a whole life havoc
Gotta protect my folks, reject all those only out for skrill and fuckin' hoes
Cause they the ones that'll leave you froze solo in a crowd of angry foes
This life I chose so I can't blame a soul when I die at a young age
Gangbangers body found mangled and shot, puzzle the cops on the front page
In a drunk rage killaz gather up artillery scattered in the cuts
On a mission to kill the opposition leavin' a scene of splattered guts
Don't matter much who's the trigger man your whole sets gonna get a feel of my clan
With no debate retaliate get accused never take the witness stand
Are we vicious men with a vicious plan, heartless murderers that intend
To kill innocent to the guilty? Naw, just dealin' with the world were livin' in
Where dividends make the world spin, creating a violent whirlwind
That's hard to not get sucked up in, face it, gonna be war til' the world ends
So if dangers felt fear for your health, underestimate fill an empty shelf
At a morgue with your dead body and blackbird will finish up what ain't been dealt... now
[Verse 1: Shadow]
[Chorus: x2]
This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?
[Verse 2: Lil Los]
Yoc what? Your Glock what? Yeah you better take a shot punk
Cause ain't no turning back when you flaunt your strap,
Leave your cap peeled when I dump chump
When the funk jumps, gotta be on my toes,
Ammunition dishing out in rows
Keep foes in check with effect when I rip their neck
When I let loose hoe
Deuce-0 block props got cops on our jocks,
But popping shots will not stop
Slap a scrap off the map when I tap his back when I blast a black chop
Aftershock liquefies my brain and mary jane invades my veins
To maintain and hang when I gang-bang,
Inflict pain when I sprinkle grains, cane drain
Coats my throat when I off choke smoke,
Approach the roach til it's all she wrote
Smoke dope and rap twist caps and try to cope with rats backstabbing folks
That's why I stay high off dosher, remain a Yoc town soldier
Exposure to shady times gots my mind anti-sober
Gotta stay blazed in theses crazed days,
Hazed by norte ways it's not a phase
Steady amazed on how things changed-rearranged but it ain't no thang
Still hang and claim with my real folks,
It's fucked up cause I gotta kill folks
Hit your block with a chop and peel throats,
Blast with a mask and let these skills show
Let me fell your repents when I let thirty do you dirty
Folks wanna battle us, gotta handle this, it's scandalous for Shirley
That girly got me numb for 781 redrum
Ain't no fun trying to shun my gun when the sights tight up on your lungs
Pump your chest with an SKS and bless your dome with a tre-eight chrome
Murder zone created, stated when the funk is on.
[Chorus: x2]
This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
Does the Bible speak the truth now that my punishment begins?
[Verse 3: Woodie]
I'm strapped with a black snub tre-eight
Packed with a hundred and twenty-five plus grains
That extra load with a hollow
Swallow your last breath when it touch brains
These bloodstains of enemies are the sins of me livin' that Yoc life
But until I die it's a lie
That's why fifty got my gang in the spotlight
Breakin' 'em off in different fashions
Maybe I'll shank 'em, maybe I'll blast 'em
The punk ass five-o, rats and rivals
Kindle my homicidal passion I'm mashin'
For that everlastin' twentieth street I'm ridin'
Confidin' in myself, Lil' bird and L's
Everybody else testifyin', soon dyin'
Tryin' to keep my freedom
If I don't beat the pigs,
I'll live in a cell, no bail, doin' 25 with an "L"
I'd rather get murdered and go to hell...
I bail thru the cuts of the Yoc in a lark on rally's
Backstreet alleys allow me to shake the spot
And pursue my plots of gangbangin' in northern Cali
Co. Co. County's hella shady
Somebody's catchin' 3 strikes daily
I gotta maintain, let my nuts hang
Use my brain and make this lifestyle pay me
Fade me? I don't think so
Wipe your memory with a single
Shot from a tre-five-sev
Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak
That Yoc-town lingo and mingle with northerners
Who've blown up the spot, got the Yoc hot
Kickin' up enormous dust
Discuss nothin' straight bustin' upon your click thought I wasn't
As pistol chambers rearranges guts this shit gets disgustin'
With all these homiez switchin' up I'm not quite sure who to trust
So I just follow my gut and let it be known
For the Norte side I bust.
[Chorus: x4]
This pressure's got me stressing never confessin' my crimes
These secret dirty deedz feed these questions in my mind
In time will I feel the repercussions of my guilty sins
[Blackbird:] Gabe's a west 20th street legend now, you know, Gotta
keep that shit alive, Keep the story alive for the youngsters and
shit, Show em what a real soldier does when he's caught behind
enemy lines.
[Woodie:] Tick tock, the clock is tickin in the Yoc, My pistol's
stocked, the hammer's cocked The top is dropped from block to
block, How long will it be before I'm shot Hole in my knot,
enemies got me slippin, By the park in my skylark distracted by my
CD skippin They got me good, cracked my skull, Member Wood
time to go, with my final breath in slow motion I could feel my
soul, driftin from my flesh, So much for a bulletproof vest I left my
ride to Lil Bird, homeboy sorry about the mess, I just got one favor
to ask, Could you handle the simple task and make sure Those
who took my last breath die a gruesome mass death Don't know
where I'm headed, I'm lookin around for hell or heaven, And then
I woke up with a pain in my gut, headache and sweatin
[Chorus:] I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece
Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep I
try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories
of dead homies invade ignitin my rage. [Repeat]
[Blackbird:] You guys know what happened You know shit got
fucked up after while Brother got shot and I just went crazy I
didn't give a fuck no more
[Woodie:] I'm starin at my homie laid out stiff on a gurney 2 shots
to the head, no he can't be dead, The thought of it got my stomach
turning With a 1 million dollar bail he couldn't be caught for years
With detectives following dead end trails, Where the fuck did he
disappear?It's gotta be one of his tricks to get them Antioch dicks
up out his mix, When the APD is callin it quits He's tucked away at
a motel 6 that's gotta be it, It's gotta be, it's the only way it all fits, I
placed 2 fingers upon the lips of the body and then it hits. This is
my homie, the body it ain't a phony, Holy shit his wig is split, my
legs forgettin to hold me, I gotta sit down, my disbelief's
completely erased, I felt displaced, A salty taste builds up as tears
run down my face, While it's sinkin in, I'm thinkin in a murderous
fashion, The swat team only shot one thing Act as a legal assassin,
now Raymond, Blackbird and his babies, Rest in peace, their days
are over Every homie got more gang obligations laid on my
shoulders Gotta get Snoop released by slappin g'z down on
criminal lawyer fees, Keep my gang outta police sight Produce and
write, make money increase, handlin funk at the same time Makin
this Yoc life shit go nationwide in case I die before we rise, I
apologize homeboys I tried
[Chorus:] I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece
Cause sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep I
try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days But memories
of dead homies invade ignitin my rage. [Repeat]
[Blackbird:] You remember me The mainyest one in the click Those
days are gone now, I'm kinda weak minded now You know after all
these years of runnin and shit, I'm still crazy don't get me wrong
I'll still kill a mutherfucker real quick Every once in a while you
guys have a barbecue and remember me, You know what I'm
Pullin' up in a lark on rallies representin' east Co. Co. county
Your boy Woodie done hooked up with some homeboyz from the valley
We unitin' northern Cali while leavin' them rivals chokin' on blood
Push come to shove, I'm tuckin' my pistol releasin' them SK slugz
I'm ridin' around with an old-e... cracked, swiggin it at the stoplights
Prepared to dump on enemies, committin' dirty deeds livin' that Yoc life
Sportin' cackies with a wife beater, Nike Cortez and a white t-shirt
I don't dress for fun or to impress someone
I'm strapped up ready to meet cha, beat cha, defeat cha,
Put you in the dirt with the rest of the rats and rivals
Of all kinds, but at all times, extra points for "sur"icidals
I've been livin' this life for years blood, sweat and tears induce my hatred
As I cock back this life taker, get prepared to meet your fate snitch
I make this... life seem appealing, but homeboy it's not
When five-o tackle you, shackle you, throw you in a cell and you hear that steel door lock
But it don't stop, this gangbangin' flags hangin' on the block
[Intro:]
Yoc life or no life that's the way I'm livin'
Northern Cali style ain't no bullshitin', yeah,
Antioch tales up in this motherfucker and I'm a let it be known
It don't matter what town you from, there's killa's everywhere
[Verse 1:]
Wanna nut up? Sucka what up? Run up punk or shut up
Cause I'm a put a slug in your lung and have you coughin' blood up
Cause I'm fed up with you suckaz talkin' threats behind my back
But when you see me you avoid me, punk you said you gonna snap
I ain't no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill
I guess you heard it through the grapevine, that Norteno Woodie kills
I ain't tryin' to knock your teeth out, I'm tryin' to blow your brains out
With a tre-five-sev I'll leave your skull hollow and body laid out
It's that Yoc life that got me like this ain't no point in me to fight it
My veins are pumpin' a virus and I call it homicidus
For my scrap killin' tendencies, ain't lookin' for no remedies
I'm thinkin' of ways to get more straps to execute my enemies
The APD wanna see the end of me so I gotta watch my step
I take back-roads and speak in code 'cause phone calls they will intercept
And I bet, they're posted down the block with black binocs
Stakin' out the spot if shit gets hot their scope is on my knot
I still plot strategies of dissipating gun powder
Hit that block with an s-k chop and watch these hollow tips devour
[Chorus: x2]
Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up
[Verse 2:]
That evilness prevails, can't you tell? follow them bloody trails
That I left behind you'll find my life is full of wicked tales
Dirty deeds fulfill my needs of tragedies to enemies
Beggin' me for mercy on their knees before the triggaz squeezed
Creepin' through the cuts, man that Yoc life got me nuts
Got me juiced and gettin' looser than the pussy of a slut
I'll break you off a fatal shot to show what I'm about
Don't underestimate 'cause that's how most these fools get taken out
A tre-five-sev will spread a suckaz guts across the block
A twenty-two will break his skull and rattle up his knot
Either way he's gonna die if my intent is homicide
He could have forty-five calibers but only got one life
I know you killaz feel me, that sickness got me pumped up
And sucked up into fatal ways of dealin' with what comes up
It's fucked up, but that's life and life now days just ain't right
I'm gonna live behind the trigger til I'm in my grave-site
So if you want me come and get me suckaz if you dare
Yeah I shot your homiez and you know what I don't fuckin' care
Fuck ya'll and them haters too, do or die I choose to do
Norte sidin' ridin' down your block, Woodie's comin' through!
[Chorus: x2]
Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside
Dank and liquor got ya' feelin' brave you gonna die high
You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff
[Verse: Woodie]
I can't explain the feelin' I get every time
I come back from leavin' the Yoc
Thoughts of love hatred and pain,
Flood my brain 'til my heart feels a shock
I think of them blocks, back in the day,
As ten of us walk, two packin' some weight
We'd snap out the gate, known to package their fate,
When aliens grouped up, got drunk and got brave
We put in more work than the ballerz with choppers,
A few good revolvers, a couple of shotguns
But we was some killaz behind them triggaz,
We handled the business that made others quiver
We didn't shiver, we'd aim and deliver,
Some hot metal slugz through lungs and livers
Of foreigners threatenin' our way of life,
Disrespectin' with cuetes and knives
A lot of shit changed in the last ten years
The gangs, the names, some homiez switched gears
That couldn't control their fears and tears
Livin' up in these rearview mirrors
My death is near but I won't steer away from the fate that awaits to greet me
If it's heaven swell, if it's hell oh well,
Just bury me on east 18th street
[Chorus:]
When I die just let my body lie in peace
Beneath the earth and sky of Antioch on east eighteenth
In case my soul is condemned to forever wander these streets
[Verse 1: Woodie]
I grew up way out, my body, often caught me talkin' 2 my shotty
Gone off half a gallon of Bacardi
Slightly mumblin and stumblin threw them boarded alley wayz
Back in 92, seventeen years northern Cali raised
Guided by the moon light threw them dark gloom nights
Catch a fool slippin leave him twitchin in his blue nikes
Who dies tonight? Not me, but you might
I'm young and ruthless trigga happy shootin 4 a new stripe
Balls hangin low, double odds ready 2 go
A little finger pressure (boom) body shred from head 2 toe
Original river-town Yoc nut locked up in a state of mind
Where problems get resolved chalked up with 38's and 9's
Bloody bandannas, dickies, chucks and hand cannons
Gettin manish doin damage 'til the last man standin
Peace is hard to visualize in a world where hate looms
Northern warriors on the rise show respect and make room
[Verse 2: Lil' Dee]
Murder and money... money and murder, street violence,
Code of silence, thangs you can't interpret
Let me pull the curtain, change your views,
Enlighten you, it's in our roots, I'm livin proof,
Still payin dues, I stand with few, this cannon's loose,
It's bound to shoot, best stay up late,
You may not wake, don't be in shock,
We can not stop and will not stop until we get our point across,
Until your family mourns a loss, exterminate like holocaust,
We rebels with a cause, we outlaws so rare it's raw,
Don't get involved carry on, before you carried off with a carrot top,
Poof you gone, we takin charge, I'm out at large, rumor says they want me dead,
Like I ain't bled enough, I'm touched, come and test these fuckin nuts,
I'm callin bluffs, don't leave here with your feelin's crushed,
I'm way too much for you to grasp, on top of that I'm like a tax,
Take a percentage of your cash, then I laugh cause I'm a sav,
On the other hand don't leave your house,
Keep my name up out your mouth, and unless you really puttin it down,
[Speaking: Woodie]
Yeah this one for my boy Blackbird
This your boy Woodie homie
Still down here struggling dog
Be there in a minute
It's me, Lil' Los, Shadow, Lou-e-Lou
Lil' bird in this muthafucka too
This dedicated to you homie
Blackbird!
[Verse 1: Woodie]
Do you remember when I bought the seventy-five caprice glasshouse
We came back to the Yoc after pullin' eight hundred cash out
We took it to my pops shop... And sanded it down
Got it sprayed apple green, we sixteen through the town
That was when the click down-n-dirty album just dropped
And that Mr. flamboyant made them by 9's knock
We were dippin' so hard we had the wheel comin' off the ground
Tryin' to peel every notch in town
While attemptin' to keep the yoc locked down
Any scraps we ran across we hopped out and got down
Drinkin' forties, smokin' bammer, earnin' stripes was our life
Buyin' any strap we could, what good was a knife?
We was tryin' ta take 'em all out the game
And at the same time have the hoes callin' our name
We were naive and young... Maybe even dumb
But there's nothin' like the feelin' when the respect come
Cause many recognized we got down to business
And very capable of leavin' enemies wigs split
We was kids... showin' up to school the next day
Like nothin' happened, it's all part of life in the bay... hey
I guess our fathers bred some killaz
But I'm still here and you're gone and I don't feel a
Muthafuckin' thang of that, I wanna bring it back
Blackbird! I wish I could bring ya back
[Chorus: Woodie]
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love,
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
[Verse 2: Lil' Los]
This is dedicated to my homie that never made it
I reminisce and miss you even more when I'm faded
You were always hated and misunderstood
Just a down muthafucka that was reppin' his hood
I wish you could come back like you did that one time
When you walked up all good it nearly blew my mind
As I rewind and think about that love you showed
Especially when you let me know it's hard to let you go
I know for sure you're in a better place restin' in peace
With that struggle off your face
Ain't nothin' gonna replace the times we all had
Kickin' it in the alley drinkin' liquor smokin' mary sacs
It really don't matter man for what you did
I got your back 'till this day
I gives a fuck what they say
Send my love to Ray
I know he's up there hearin' this
I bet your in the studio next to me feelin' this
I wish I could get rid of this feelin' that I got
When I smash thru the Yoc with your image in my knot
Turn my back I will not
Will forever be bound givin' love to my homie
Pourin' liquor on the ground
Always like a big brother protected me in the streets
A homie like no other
Was always real when he speaked
Soon it'll be time for me so I'll see you later
God bless rest in peace man and fuck these haters!
[Chorus: Woodie]
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
[Verse 3: Shadow]
I'm fosho of what I know my folks got murdered by the popo
They tip-toed to unload exposed and cover up in coco
County so don't doubt me cause up in my town
There their ain't no cush and plantin' bushes the po's is crooked
You'll see me creepin' up out of the bushes
Look at the pain imposed, we lost Big Los
I was gone awhile but they hit home
Never thought it'd get so shady
Lost the babies in our range is gone
But remains are all but memories recollections and reflections
I can move all of us
That h is on our gauge is strapped trade by 7's smithin' west
It's nothing too expensive cause we didn't have scratch
But we had each others back
Now I'm like damn man what happened to that?
I miss the times when we would ride times side by side before Los died
I cried that night in the park but in my heart and mind you still alive
So keep ridin' it's Blackbird
Cause you never been no coward puttin' that phat work on you rivals
Keepin' his title 'till his final hour
But now nothing to say wanna go back erase the game
Change his fate for thangs attained insane
Live it up in the strange and I remain to be the same og
You'll always see up in these streets with heat beneath the seat four g's
I'm the creep no peace fire free and breeze
Remember this underclubbin' never tendin' or pretendin'
No surrender northern member
Callin' the Blackbird look at the yappers
Let's go back let's reminisce
The click was thick but few were g's though
You were ridin' hitless shoutin' at bitches not fuckin' P.N.C.
Hoes was creepin' up at the high you would deny
We hittin' switches unless you would we with you
So to you this is the tribute
[Chorus: Woodie]
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
[Verse 4: Lou-e-Lou]
That sweat hit my forehead feel it trickle thru my skin
Holdin' in my ghetto tears
Blackbird let's remember gettin' drunk in H when BNT was around
Cuttin' prices on the you know cars trafficin' it down
But then when I did it you felt like we spitted
Cause I was lost in that light and really was kickin'
My bad I was gone in that fast pace one track mind
Lift needed I would ride then a drop I would die
When that sucka pulled a strap I snatched the strap out his hand
You shook like a pitt and put yo hands on the man
Now that I'm thinkin' it's good that you did it
Cause as paper was showin' that faggot was snitchin'
I'm grown now homie no more foolish behavior
I'm the gent laced up with a 6th sense of a player
I'm taking care of my daughter cause that girl need a father
All that bullshit before this nigga don't bother
Still I'm northern Cali bred caught a bud to the head
Tryna get ahead or give a finger to the feds
Can I drink it to heaven have mercy on our sins
You understand and have compassion
For the bond amongst friends
[Speaking: all]
Rest in peace playboy
We all love you homie
I'll never forget you Los
Got a good game out homie
But for that I'll be witchu right now
Without a second thought
[Chorus: Woodie]
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
Amongst many homeboyz that now rest above
Blackbird dedicated his life to the game
So if you're Norteno, remember his name,
Carlos Joseph Ramirez, a soldier much love
[Chorus:]
God I know shit could be worse
But this liquor doesn't quench my thirst
You took two brothers and a sister from my life
But I ain't mad, I just hope you're right
Police say forever Snoop's locked down
He's innocent, you can ask the Yoc town
I do my best to be humble as I can be
But sometimes I gotta act accordingly
Which means...
You comin' at me wrong, I'm comin' back at cha
We can take ten steps, see who draws faster
Put it on the line killa, fuck speakin' your mind killa
I ain't got the time, pistol whip ya' with my nine milla
Skip all the bullshit that's comin out your lips
You wanna kill me then kill me 'cause I ain't easy to miss
I'm right there at the stoplight swiggin' on a forty
Still livin' thru that yoc life late night-early morning
In traffic with my homie lil' bird sittin' passenger
Eyes peeled for enemies as we hit and pass the herb
Bendin' different corners from chico to contra costa
You lookin' like you know me, 4 fingers what I toss ya'
I travel through this life with a chip on both shoulders
Thought I was done at twenty-one but I keep gettin' older
I'll soak in all I can and let my wisdom expand
Play my cards right and I might get that million in my hand
[Chorus:]
God I know shit could be worse
But this liquor doesn't quench my thirst
You took two brothers and a sister from my life
But I ain't mad, I just hope you're right
Police say forever Snoop's locked down
He's innocent, you can ask the Yoc town
I do my best to be humble as I can be
But sometimes I gotta act accordingly
This road I chose in life is filled with pain and strife
Will I take a life? kill to gain a stripe?
Yes... it's nothin' new I'll tell ya' that much
And I'll never break protocol to make a fast buck
Cause I'm stuck and bound for life to homeboyz I've grown with
Amongst each other we find love to deal with the coldness
That this world can bring and trust me it packs a sting
When your brother gets murdered who was fit to be a king
And they wonder where we learn to solve our problems with violence
Take a look at the government, it ain't nothin' but tyrants
Yeah the evening news got the weak blind folded
But dig a little deeper and you'll see why I'm holdin'
A pistol on my person, stackin' chops in the cuts
I feel that you deserve to die if in the cops you trust
I admit my soul is tainted but that don't mean I ain't right
This world's about to say goodnight, I won't lay down without a fight
[Chorus:]
God I know shit could be worse
But this liquor doesn't quench my thirst
You took two brothers and a sister from my life
But I ain't mad, I just hope you're right
Police say forever Snoop's locked down
He's innocent, you can ask the Yoc town
I do my best to be humble as I can be
But sometimes I gotta act accordingly
[Hook:]
Tell me why we livin' lord, you just gonna kill us anyway
Why couldn't you have just kept us in heaven since the very first day
Tell me why we livin' lord, you know we gonna fall a stray
This world is full of evilness, but fuck it, whatever you say
Let my pistol protect...
I'm still on this earth I guess I haven't accomplished
My mission but it's hard when you're walkin' unconscious
I'm just tryna deal "deal" with the pain "with the pain"
Get a couple mil "mil" for the gang "for the gang"
Everything is harder than it seems
I've seen a lot of people give up and stop followin' their dreams
I cannot allow myself to fall victim to the same curse
Sometimes to achieve you gotta put yourself in danger
But be wary of strangers, keep one in the chamber
And react with your brain, don't react outta anger
They call us gangbangers, more like street soldiers
We scare the shit out of the government that's why they hold us
Locked down in prisons, political decisions
Decided by the wealthy with evil and greedy visions
They got the laws written where money talks, so people sell their soul
To get a piece of the pie, I'd rather die in the cold
[Chorus:]
God I know shit could be worse
But this liquor doesn't quench my thirst
You took two brothers and a sister from my life
But I ain't mad, I just hope you're right
Police say forever Snoop's locked down
He's innocent, you can ask the Yoc town
I do my best to be humble as I can be
But sometimes I gotta act accordingly
[Hook: x2]
Tell me why we livin' lord, you just gonna kill us anyway
Why couldn't you have just kept us in heaven since the very first day
Tell me why we livin' lord, you know we gonna fall a stray
This world is full of evilness, but fuck it, whatever you say
[Verse 1:]
Fleein' the scene again with blood on my cortez
Might, be lookin' at murder my team can't afford this
Just another predicament, unexpected I'm inflicted with
But this time was different, completely sober not liquor bent
It seems my callin's kickin' in, no longer a citizen
Labeled street terrorists by terrorists committin' bigger sins
Killin' for the dividends and pillagin' millions of men
While we just tryin' ta keep respect within the streets we livin' in
Rebellious attitude with no gratitude for America
Where uncle Sam's plan for the poor is war or a pair of cuffs
This country doesn't care for us, time to become aware and trust
Nothin' that's presented by government sponsored media
Spendin' more money on prisons and wars than on schools
And makin' up their own rules as they play us for fools
Strippin' our weapons and tools, that could be used to fight back
Against tyrannical rule, when civil rights been hijacked
It's like that, you disagree? explain this to me
Natives were raped and robbed but ain't taught in school history
They skip over the misery if it benefits their propaganda
Hope I live to see the day all righteous souls unite and stand up
Strapped up takin' shots at cops if that's what's needed
Kill a few before my life is lost and I've succeeded
In helpin' to overthrow, a system out of control
It's just a matter of time before the battle unfolds
[Chorus:]
It's just a matter of time, what ya gonna do?
Don't be stagnant, gather your mind before they come for you
Be prepared to battle for freedom, that's what it's comin' to
Refuse to be their cattle let's bleed 'em, then start with somethin' new
You wanna ride? I got that extra gun for you
Don't be scared to die fightin' for somethin' true
See thru their wicked agenda, make moves to remove the center
Of operations they're stagin', cagin' us up for legal tender
[Verse 2:]
They slap our face in the gang files, no case when we face trial
Convincin' the public we're nothin' but criminal waste piles
That need to be disposed or enclosed with an urgency
A state of emergency I declare til they murder me
You really think they plottin' on your death? homie certainly
Just listen to the words I speak, you think that they ain't heard of me
A northern Cali rebel pullin' sheets back
Lookin at police like slaughtered cattle on a meat rack
Pre-packed, die piggy die little piggy die die
Tell them devils that you workin' for it's eye for an eye
Took the life of my brother, for that I ride like few other
Plant a mole in my circle, that's a dead undercover
Ya'll been pickin' us off for years, keepin our thoughts impaired
Creatin' laws from fear, keepin us locked on tiers
And it doesn't cost to care but money stay talkin' where
Democracy is yet to treat the masses impoverished fair
[Chorus:]
It's just a matter of time, what ya gonna do?
Don't be stagnant, gather your mind before they come for you
Be prepared to battle for freedom, that's what it's comin' to
Refuse to be their cattle let's bleed 'em, then start with somethin' new
You wanna ride? I got that extra gun for you
Don't be scared to die fightin' for somethin' true
See thru their wicked agenda, make moves to remove the center
Of operations they're stagin', cagin' us up for legal tender
[Verse 3:]
Blatantly I'll make ya see this world for it is
Many turn a blind eye by shootin' smack or poppin thizz
While they overstockin' pigs pre-maturely cockin' sigs
For the slightest disturbance of the peace, they sockin' kids
In the face, police catchin' no case
But let a lil' homie regulate and prisons embrace
Considered waste by the upper class, lock us up then double tax
Every extra dime we make to pay for our troubled past
That they helped to create, where negatives illuminate
Rewarded if you choose to hate, rebel promised a gruesome fate
You poor they look at you as prey, use you up then do away
With your body and make your family pay to let your ruins decay
So who's to say the news relays any ounce of truth
When they're so focused on our death and every breath denouncin' youth
It's an obvious plan to distract us from what's at hand
As they invade another land we're watchin' makin' the band, damn?
[Chorus:]
It's just a matter of time, what ya gonna do?
Don't be stagnant, gather your mind before they come for you
Be prepared to battle for freedom, that's what it's comin' to
Refuse to be their cattle let's bleed 'em, then start with somethin' new
You wanna ride? I got that extra gun for you
Don't be scared to die fightin' for somethin' true
See thru their wicked agenda, make moves to remove the center
[Verse: Woodie]
Let's take it back to ninety-three, flag hangin' to the back of my knee
A three fifty seven tucked in my nuts for those attackin' me
Patrolin' the block, the set, the turf whatever you wanna call it
Seventeen years old so bold ain't no one shot callin'
Fool we got our own gang, and do our own thang
Money second, bitches third, first thing build a known name
Earn our stripes, put in work, objective leave them rivals hurt
Get your hands on any strap you can if broken make it work
Avoid the cops at all costs, never come in contact
Hit a fence and shake you faced with murder result to combat
As long as that strap is loaded homie you got a chance
Never give up, throw your shit up let 'em know you ready for the last dance
One-eight-seven we hit them, seven-eight-one they hit us
Back and forth we all die, fuck it! In my northerners I trust
To ride's a must, whenever I bust can't let 'em match ballistics
I was young, I'd seen it all
A cemetery in the middle of a super mall
I went to school, I never learned
How it feels, how everything you love can burn
And it never stops, it's all I got
And I never know when to turn
Like a merry-go-round,
It all comes around again
And I don't know why I'm here
I don't know where I'm going
If I don't give it time,
How can this garden grow
I don't know what I've lost
And I don't know how to get it back
But I'm holdin' on
Yes I'm holdin' on
For as long as I can
I moved away, I left the band
I saw it coming, it was written on the back of my hand
And every day, I could feel
Something missing, I went home to get a record deal
And my mother said, "You're theirs 'til you're dead,
To them it's just another meal"
Now I'm fat with regret
I'm placing my bet on me
And I don't know why I'm here
I don't know where I'm going
If I don't give it time,
How can this garden grow
I don't know what I've lost
And I don't know how to get it back
But I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
Yes I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
For as long as I can
It's not over yet, no, it's not even close
My heart is younger, stronger
Than one hundred cowards' in a row
And all my curiosity will keep me
Asking what went wrong
When it's all done, when it's gone,
No, it won't be long
'Til I'm traveling back in time
To a place when I was mine
I don't know why I'm here
I don't know where I'm going
If I don't give it time,
How can this garden grow
I don't know what I've lost
And I don't know how to get it back
But I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
I'm holdin' on (holdin' on)
For as long as I can
For as long as I can
Holdin' on, holdin' on
Holdin' on, holdin' on
For as long as I can
Holdin' on, holdin' on
Holdin' on, holdin' on
