[MC Ren]

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker

(West West y'all)

Yeah, L.A. niggaz

L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga

Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?

Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?

But this shit come all the way back around here

My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass

Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize

L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga

Recognize this



[Time Bomb]

Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag

Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

G'd from the feet up

Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up

Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)

At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up

Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up

You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you

Now there's another motherfucker with no future

But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba

Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}



[King T]

I'm comin