Fall (feat. Chris Star)

Yeah! It's Steezy!

Yo! King!

Uh, look (Steezy!)

See, I was told if I start a revolution

Targets get put on your back cause there's no way to evolution

See, I'm not one of these niggas salutin' your pollution

But I love the way we movin', West Coast and while we cruisin'

The flat top was the battlegrounds

And them fuck niggas couldn't come around

And the pretty girls, they was jockin' it

And the rat tail, I was rockin' it, yeah

OG's kept the street corners locked

With a pistol on they waist and some nickles in a sock

This was back in '04, seen a nigga get his top

Blown all over the store where my mom and dad shop

Got caught up in a load that the homie Nutty cop

'87 four-door but the engine always stop

We wasn't trippin', bitch we drive it like it's hot

Like a diamond in the back with the sunroof top

These girls, the women, they wearin', corner strippers

To pimpin' the bitches that's flippin' the trick figures

It's crazy on the motherfuckin' west side

Your shoe strings red or blue then you might die (let's go!)

It's funny how they offer up genocide

Like they givin' us a gift just to stay alive (they do!)

Greed probably set the stories you was ever told

All these streets, all these streets they know

All these streets, all these streets they know

All these streets, all these streets they know

All these streets, all these streets they know

All these streets, all these streets they know

Seein' all these streets, they know

Seein' all these streets, they know

All these streets, all these streets, all these streets they know