Mayfield Four - Loose Cannon lyrics
[ras kass]
Strike threehehe
It’s-just-thug-men-tal-i-tynigga..
Hayeahhhhayeah-yeahhhuh-uhhuhh..
Ras kass register richter with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breakscalifornia plates golden state
Catch me sittin on the roofbumpin snoop
"gin and juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical weather
And vendettas cause l.a. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and b.g.’s too big for they britches
Curb servinthey double up to get richer
Fuck around them lil’ niggaz comin to get’cha and get wit’cha
Dump until six hit’chadon’t let the sunshine and palm trees
Fool you get the pictureniggaz be in hollywood thinkin it’s all good
But everything south of wilshireis all hood
Niggaz committin murder
Later that night at tommy’s eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace ii societyseen that
Kobe and shaq - lakers bout to bring the championship ring back
From ladera heights to venice beach
Dime pieces with bmw leases and cartier timepieces
I was born to raise west coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dubspittin at the camera like ’pacptooey
Chorus: ras kass (repeat 2x)
Would y’all get down for mei’ma represent my town
So y’all represent y’all town for me
If a g’s gettin madeput it down with me
Homey that’s a west coast mentality
[ras kass]
Three-hundred and ten angelsflossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(? )
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedyif I ate/eightone-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coastI got to choose the west
Born and raised out thereso don’t - go there
Oh yeahI’m the illest niggaclownin y’all fools
With everything y’all say like luther luffeigh
I swoop through l.a. hoebendin y’all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doethese streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take west coast with me
Home of the drivebythug life and dickies
What you know about silk shirts (huh? )
Cross corded snakeskin beltsflippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don’t give a fuck
And lesson number two remember lesson number one
Chorus
[ras kass]
See in l.a.niggaz don’t walkniggaz drive whips with beats
Weak niggaz trickmost niggaz say bitches ain’t shit
But hoes gotta eat toothey all be at club lingerie
With a gay down to meet you
But fuck a three-piece suit
Y’all niggaz dressin like y’all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittinwe just parkin-lot pimpin’
Sunday nightjamaican goldhip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my dick was bigmy shit be up in the gut
Waittress bitch tryin to front like we broke"whattup loc? "
Give me a henn’ and o.j. without slashin nicole’s throat
C-arson niggaI’m just the illest emcee
All california loverest in peace bigga b.
Chorus 2x
