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 niggaz all
Boy, Mob is on point

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

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

Westside, the city where we
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, back for the loc
that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another
Hood eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom

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

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

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

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

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

Packin' the heat and I'm back in streets
Allow me to on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Ricky lookin' niggaz

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

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' that Westside
Dippin' in a Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya 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
Keep it hood, everybody hold they spot
Niggaz they hot but no they not, no

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

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

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

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

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central couldn't his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, everybody better hold 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 niggaz all
Boy, Lench Mob is on

it hood, keep it hood
Lench Mob is on
Keep it hood, keep it hood,
Lench Mob is on