Chorus] My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it nigga, I ride My town, my color, my block Whatever you wanna call it nigga, I rock My
Let's go, let's go, haa, i told them Shoutout to Bun B, yeah Verse 1 Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th Ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seesaw I keep
say" Let me prove it to you, deliver the music to you Raw and uncut bake, I'm not puttin any on it Back, I put the city on it East coast, head on my
that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A
(intro) Geah Hoo-bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real compton city g's on this one My nigga [? ? ]
Producers rock your knot Baby ain't got back, baby got black That's why you see The black baby and you respect that Checka check it out, on and on and on, rock
bang in Testarossa We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama Or at least the words of yo mama Take a mental trip to the Bahamas Steam your body in a stereo
kickin rocks on the block tellin all the og's i be comin for ya spot when ya not lookin hot cookin mama got it on the kitchen table, i thank god we were
body girl, No one just tempted to touch Those things you do behind close door girl just be keeping me... Verse 1 This is that freak music bang bang
fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, a body rockin' A c'mon everybody
, bang bang, Don Chi Chi Rollin' with you nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang, big game D Ballin' with the 21st street Chiti chiti, bang bang
these streets like bees We the G's that be's and i'll flow from over seas Hold the trees big moe while I split the optimo In a wide body Benz-O going
your hands girl Now wave your hands You love it do your dance girl Cause it's that body body rock Just do your dance girl Now make that body body rock
My body be shaking and shivering, my shoes are cold We letting them dogs out, I'm talking Lex and vogues That spit wide body low, to them attached the
haters talking seem like they're getting louder These sweet cupcakes softer than some clam chowder I'm from the city of powder, syrup and crack rocks
for this thing of ours [Chorus] [Sick Symphonies] Yeah, uhh I'm from the city of falling stars, the home of banging hard Waiting for them at the Radio City
t-la rock and mic stroll I go next door to see my nigga man bang Sneak in the basement, couple sips of ing bing I feel all right, I could rock all night