Don't Ya Dare Laugh

Niggaz run up on ya, when you live in California

In the home of marijuana, streets get hotter than sauna

Now this ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh

They run up on the side of your ride and then blast

When it pops off it happens that fast

If you soft, you just won't last

[B-Real:]

I was born in Los Angeles city

Where the thugs ride low, get dough, and the girls are pretty

It's hostile and gritty, outsiders see the beauty

Sun shines but sometimes it's dark and moody

Whatever you do to me you won't stop my grind

Son when you find one you hold on and shine

Don't lay back, relax

Cause the minute you lay back, someone takes away from your stacks

Nowadays it's a struggle to hustle

Not only in the street, the rap games, and the fucked up shuffles

So I came with the rain, to boost it back

Real life is a struggle but we used to that

No matter, who you are or who you be with

We all want the same thangs, we all in the same gang

Same dope, same notes we flow for

Same dreams and schemes we investin our soul for

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[Young De:]

I'm livin that Cali life, in the hundred degree heat

And you wonder why they found another body in the streets

No AC, packed in a car eight deep

They go kamikaze, no camraderie or peace

And beef, homey ain't just somethin you eat

But the taste of revenge, is oh so sweet

Your boy won't sleep, 'til I'm up in that Benz

E-class heat blast leave 'em in a trench

And take me off the bench, I'm ready for the game

Your business fucked up they got you signin for a chain

They callin for a change, they callin out my name

Young De they want me to come and do my thang

Plain black tee I ain't do it for the fame

Same black glock if you move into my lane

Same old blocks is the spots where I hang

On the stoop with the vets but your boy ain't changed

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[Xzibit:]

Top hat smashin in a California fashion

Even the strong get chinchecked tested and blasted

Wrapped in plastic, dumped out for weak reasons

I beach cruise, black t-shirts for each season

Come here flossin ya knots

You're not leavin with that, now where my motherfuckin gangsters at?

More single mothers than brothers than we got on the street

Better have you a handle whenever you keepin the peace

Still 'Fuck Tha Police' at least the coast stay consistent

Fame is lame but life is lost in an instant

Hit the fence then sprint through the neighbor's yard

Canine is on your ass if they catch you then you're gone

This is for the soldiers that's never comin home

Who been crackin for the cause candy-painted to the chrome

Hikin up Cypress Hill with two bongs

B-Real got a pound then it's on - we smokin

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