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So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock | Comin' from me and Dash | You know what I mean?
So this that new shit from the West Coast Aftershock Comin' from me and Dash You know what I mean? Yeah, that shit is gangster That shit is gangster Come on, come on Go ahead, tell me what you want me to do Come on, come on Let's say What's up, Dash? Now if I did it, I done it Said the battle just started and I gun it For niggas who ain't down who I ride for That nigga that's Kurupt Dogg Pound death row Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter I'm blastin' out cast those who separate me from my goals Without a doubt, killin' me, turn 'em out Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll And like your mom and grand-enthusiastic ass two knives Kaboom, we mash up on the scene as a team Sculpt you out and cut you down like a guillotine My homies stringin' from seeds who thought foolishness Schoolin' the soul rap game, we rulin' this We doin' this, pursuin' this, major Like I made your paper With my dog shit behavior, I cave ya Chest in, bruise your ribs With a global skills like taxi Knockin' your ass out like Bruno You know I breathe death to what your whole fuckin' camp Get in your skin, kill anything that live I never ever thought Dr. Dre, Kurupt, call your bluff Comin' with skills to smash stuff You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw You know it's hardcore, I break your jaw I fuckin' touch you many times with rhymes I combine and blow minds With the ways I design too many fuckin' times The author of our phoenix When I was young, I played games with skirts how to go get it Ties laced in the clinic, I learned quick To always keep a leash and hat on my dick I know you're trippin' off me and what play I do But I ain't trippin' off you or what you say I do It's time for war, me and they all runnin' again Empty clip, reload and start gunnin' again It's hard to remember, Kurupt, you never get that far No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars I use patience in the plannin' of my sight To the corners of deuce five where it's live and it's loud I'm put in a position where I think Then I'm 'bout to beat 'em, see purple, blue and pink Take what's yours, break down your doors Hardcore, radical, rough and raw When you come talkin' what you talk It's me I'm 'bout to stomp and I From L.A. to New York On to the city of fear Where all my niggas at keepin' it real Or we in Shan Hill To the south, to the east, to the north Kurupt grabbin' it, I'm 'bout to rip it off I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the West? I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin' And they all shake tryin' to take the money that I make You never get past three rounds Three rhymes, three MCs in three towns I came to put it down And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground Come on, you know it's me and your world, Dash It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash Move quick, move fast, the real again Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan Killin' like Gilligan I got money on my mind, I'm posted at the palm Sittin' in my room with a pad writin' rhymes Dimes on the nickels, nickels on the dimes The quarters, thousands, the million dollar rhymes You know it's me and your world, Dash It's about the bitches? Nah, it's about the cash Move quick, move fast, the real again Leavin' motherfuckers stranded like Gilligan Killin' like Gilligan I got on my mind
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