Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang that

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

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

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central hold his potential
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 they hot but no they not, no

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

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

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

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

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
Central couldn't 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 spot
think they hot but no they not, no

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

Packin' the heat and I'm back in these
Allow me to touch on y'all a Catholic priest
Westside hood 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 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 double-barrel on me, can't ignore me
In a of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
Central couldn't 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 think they hot but no not, no

Damn, c'mon, back to the streets it
Grip the Tec-9 like a 'cause 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 Mobbin' in a big
been a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz them gay ass dances

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

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

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

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, 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, it hood
Mob is on point
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Lench Mob is on