Spider Loc - True West Lyrics

[gun cocks]

[David Jessel:]
Los Angeles...
Home for nearly 13 million people.

[people talks]
[static]

[Interlude:]
All my soldiers, I'm here to pushin' this true movement.
Nigga new Vest with' the True West!
Livin' the shot is behind! [automatic gunshots]

[News Anchor:]
Bangers a bangers down here and get together.

[automatic gunshots]

[Intro:]
[Spider Loc:] Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
[DJ Nik Bean:] DJ NIK BEAN! MOTHERF*CKER!

[Verse 1:]
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, I don't need no glasses
I'm from the EastSide, not no glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!)
I cup to beef, I ain't talkin' 'bout the top E,
The WestCoast bein on it, talkin' 'bout it's TOP E!
I keep the Ice cold, done it a hot dollar,
Two steppin' with' my Glock like Hott Dollar!
You'sa cartoon like Scooby-Doo! (hahaaaaaaaaa!)
Me and Kartoon ball like Scooby-Doo!
I don't laid on that bump from months and months
Now I'm rollin' on Blunts, doin' launch we launch!

[Interlude:]
Hey, hold up, hold up, hold up!
That shit right here crackin' Bean!
Got the run that back for the Loc one time! (Haahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)

[Verse 2:]
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, I don't need no glasses
I'm from the EastSide, not no glasses! (EASTSIIIIIDE!) ("DD-DD-DJ Nik Bean! ")
I cup to beef, I ain't talkin' 'bout the top E,
The WestCoast bein on it, talkin' 'bout it's TOP E!
I keep the Ice cold, done it a hot dollar,
Two steppin' with' my Glock like Hott Hollar!
You'sa cartoon like Scooby-Doo! (hahaaaaaaaaa!)
Me and Kartoon ball like Scooby-Doo!
I don't laid on that bump from months and months
Now I'm rollin' Blunts, doin' launch we launch!
Big tells of plaques, all across the board
Slow off and Busta's track blowin' drow we drow! (droooooooooow!)
I'm a short shotter and I gotta Knocc-Out!
He violator, but he gotta layin' knock Out!
Rest in union breed like the homie Damani
Mess me what the talkin', (Ssssssh!) show me the money! (gimme!)
You can't judge me, but a size of my pocket
In the? abbey? with' rocky, gettin' high as I'm Rocky!
Slide to the projects, smoke-off the Jay rock
Hittin' showin' Loc! - And spoof off gay dock!
After homie from the turf on the wag,
And I'll kill behind, Smurf on a sad!
Smokin' auto? poor sea?, I got pack in the pie
"It's CRACKIN'! - I don't 'round, back in the pipe! " (Hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!)
I'm on a play, rope it dope like Ca$his,
And I smoke it a ganger's dough like Ca$his! (SHAAAAAAAAAAADY!)
Ain't no problem when it come to the poppin',
It's poppin'! - I ain't gotta problem with' problems!
I'm bringing the lanes too - like the Game's truths!
Hit drink, more break, deuce can bang Blues!
That's my nigga dough! - I holla: Whassup? "
I see wild beefs! - And holla: "Whassup? " (WHASSUUUUP?)
Leave the True West, feel my flow!
Only my son and my nephew can still my show!
Sooo - the rest of y'all clames can sit put, ("NIK BEAN! ")
I'm with' Bluedown! - I'm callin' Big Foot!
None of y'all got nothin' on Columbo
Stuntin', stumbo - shoot it come humbo!
In the morning I'm the first want fade it
These haters hate it, cause the birds want made it!
Only battlefield it call me: "Made Ya Pain! "
Cause no brain bring, made ya pain!
My worste to touch the whore like the Pooh Kid speech
Busta, Lord Heat, no bullshit beats!
You coludn't win if I could get be
Quieten! - Watch the best with' this hood shit E!
I f*cked a gang of hoes! Papa, Lil' E!
Hit the CPT, chopa Lil' E!
I ain't bullshit, you can ask Bad Luck!
F*ck, if with' me, cause askin' for Bad Luck!
Like James Brown, this the big pay back
I'm? Whisten? Avenue with' big Paybacc!
Damn, right! I'm a backpack rapper! (hahaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hahaha!)
40Glocc in tha backpack, rapper! - Reppin' 'ats, niggas! [echoes]

[Outro:]
G-UUNIT!
West caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall...