Текст песни Woodie feat Lil' Los - 'N' The Bay

[Woodie]
It's that W-E-S-T T-W-O-M-P
Representer non-pretender w double-o-d-i-e
That took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co.
And let it be known
That there's some major shit crackin' off
In the deep east bay where g's roam
From block to block wit automatic chops,
Removable stocks and extra clips
In mobshots pushin' crank,bomb, x and yay
These ballaz make dollaz flip
I never did much slangin' but bangin' pursued it hard
Why the f*ck you think
They always keepin' nortenos off the yard
Cause we smash on the enemy,
Northern cal is our vicinity
Tryin' ta run shit on our side of the map,
Get blown back with artillery
It's a known fact we're outnumbered by many
But that don't mean a thang
We're lower quantity
But our higher quality's gonna keep domain
So when we gather our troops to rattle your boots
Don't be shocked 'cause i warned ya'
Come to the topside of California
See northsidaz on every corner
Throwin' up that mighty ene packin' heat
Holdin' the fort down
And if you disagree
You're out of pocket comin' up short now

[Chorus: Woodie]
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don't wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin'
And that south come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Baller's rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey, that's how we live in the bay

[Lil' Los]
If you can't stand the heat
Then get the f*ck out the kitchen
Cuz ammunition that I'm dishin'
Best believe it ain't missin'
The clock is tickin'
I'm trippin'
The steel that I'm grippin's askin me
How the f*ck I got myself in this position
It's easy the town I'm in gave me a complex
They gots me snappin' and flashin'
Over some nonsense
So buckle up
And keep your chest covered up
I'll grab my clip, stuff it up
Now it's time to f*ck shit up
And times are tough
But their only gonna get tougher
My barrels payin' thunder
Leavin' suckas smothered for colors
I'm comin' out the gutters with cutters
That be cuttin' muthaf*ckas in my way
In the bay
In that game where you don't play
And it's too late
You clocked in
Now there ain't no stoppin'
Choppers from choppin'
When you make it to my top ten
I'm lost in the zone goin' crazy
Good, I'll shake it
There ain't nothin' that can save me
From the way the streets raised me

[Chorus: Woodie]
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don't wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin'
And that south come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Baller's rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey, that's how we live in the bay

[Woodie]
Death could come at any moment
I've been walkin' there for years
Since I swallowed all my fears
And started holdin' back my tears
It seems the only way to keep my heart pumpin'
Now is to represent
And keep the names alive
Of the those homies already dead
And when I know I ain't evil
But it's evident I ain't heaven sent
How could I be when I done committed
Each of the deadly seven sins
A product of my environment
That's bullshit I ain't buyin' it
Been a killa since birth
It's in my blood
There's no denying it
We got our own constitution
Northerners organized
And believe it or not
This love amongst us
All sometimes disguised
Tried to hold a job
A couple of times
But f*ck a nine to five
Suckas tellin' me what to do
I'd rather be shot and buried alive
Just let me ride, let me kick it
Drink my 40's, I admit it
I'm addicted, I can't get enough
To shake it out my system
And my fellow homies feel the same
And out the trenches of the bay
Takin' it day by day
One step at a time
Closer to our grave

[Chorus: Woodie] (x2)
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don't wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin'
And that south come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Baller's rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey, that's how we live in the bay