Congratulations

Evidence is the General Defari is the Lieuteneant And this that street music That roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music And we very adamant about this West Coast shit And I'm here to keep tellin' you... I'm often imitated but never the same De-Far-I tatted in your brain Rhymes are refined like a diamond chain Some of y'all ain't even worth a pound of grain I stay twenty steps ahead in my lane That's twenty different ways not to sound mundane I straight mash them with the passion and pain That's why I give it my all plus what remains That's 110 dogg, it never changed When they announce my name, I fly the plane I've seen the black Madonna's face in the mountains of Spain I've seen the West stand up with the lyrics of game I spit fire through the hail, sleet, snow or rain I'm the sun that's blarin' through your window pane I'm the one who elevated from whence he came That first grandson of Mary and James (yup) I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit Oh nigga don't trip One wrong move in your chest will dig I congratulate you, just let me live Fierce like lions jumpin' on they prey They bump me in Japan, the man from L.A. I rock with the best that known for years The champagne bottles, tour buses, the leer The MTV, BET, the clubs The X to the Z, P's halves and dubs Frequent Flyer Miles like all day long The pull ups, the dips, Steady Arm's that Strong Limited experience not my cup Take more than a stripper to get me up And I don't mean from the bed, I mean for us to f--- Old school, I still call a ugly girl a duck Shake 'em off, I shot the sheriff, take the bacon off The streets of L.A. the black male gets taken off Obvious I rhyme tight, you're the sloppiest You're so off-beat, a degree below the novices I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit Oh nigga don't trip One wrong move in your chest will dig I congratulate you, just let me live Smoother than a white fox in fresh snow Break bread at the do' and see the best show Defari, yes to Mr. West Coast With the air from his chest he gots the best flows Los Angeles, we gots the best 'dro Man handle this, get in and let's go What it do, nothin' less, Hennessy or Mo' Tell the truth my concoction tend to be them both Roll up a blunt and stay cool my nigga The streets full of animals, they fools my nigga The city's like one big zoo my nigga The police can't stand me and you my nigga I'm very adamant, about this fresh West Coast shit Oh nigga don't trip One wrong move in your chest will dig I congratulate you, just let me live Oh nigga don't trip... oh nigga don't trip...