Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

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

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

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

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

Westside, the where we ride
The city where that niggy put 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
that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with anthem
Hood nigga pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow me, alive and kickin', pimpin' it's Westside
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz ignore me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's my territory

I got to warn ya, is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central hold 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 they
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

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

back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big brawn
It's been a but nigga not that long
Still Westside, chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with 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 that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of niggaz bloodin' and crippin'
The where we gun slang
The place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

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

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better hold they
Niggaz they 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, Lench Mob is on

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