Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang that

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But without no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an gare site

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it
South Central couldn't hold his
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, the 4.5 cocked
it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think hot but no they not, no

Westside, the where we ride
The city where that put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, a OB
Who G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?

Bustin' a 'chanical, for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin'
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami fries in a Phantom

Product of them palm trees, your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of weed, nigga
Without me on the list the is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on bitch and lay low

erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a
Who made it safe for y'all to walk and it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch, you lookin' at?

I got to ya, this is California
grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4, 5
it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got these niggaz all
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Mob is on point

the heat and I'm back in these streets
Allow me to touch on y'all a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the pants
On all you Pretty Ricky lookin'

WC baby, I got it down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass
Got the if you niggaz wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 with the top

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's chicken
With that big on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a pair of Chuck reclaimin' my territory

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, everybody better hold spot
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

Damn, c'mon, back to the streets it
Grip the Tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the sheet with it

back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a while but nigga not that
Still Westside, chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz them gay ass dances

From the T-shirts and Starter
recognize real, but y'all niggaz know where gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I it and ain't afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, bite my tongue for

You know the place introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got out of town niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
The place we gun slang
The same Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

I got to warn ya, is California
grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
it hood, everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got niggaz all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these niggaz all
Boy, Mob is on point

Keep it hood, keep it
Mob is on point
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Mob is on point