Dodger Blue

Ooh Ooh White diamonds, 2 a.m., she wildin' Bitches sick, got their stomach in her comments What school you went to? Gardena, Compton Westchester, King-Drew, then we function Lil' nigga, but that dog in me, that's on top On my kids, I'll sock you niggas up Have you ever took a fade and ran three more back to back? Oh, you haven't? Then shut the fuck up and keep it rap Gah, gah, gah Bitch, I'm from the Land Don't say you hate L.A. when you don't travel past the ten Am I trippin'? Yes, I am Meditate over some money, I see Franklin, I find zen Bitch, I'm from the Land Don't say you hate L.A., but live in L.A. and pretend My neck on Tarantino, Alejandro, Spike Lee Just know you took the scenic route if you stand by me, stupid So fly in this bitch 50 on me, don't die tryin' and shit (ooh-ooh) You know I'm up and down when I slide in this bitch Dreamers and the Jets outside in this bitch Westside, get the money, yeah, that's fo' sho' Streets don't love you, better respect the code Ain't no sleepin' in on Sunday If it's 'bout the money, then my niggas on go When I walk in, oh yeah, bring that It's unanimous, how I pop shit When I walk in, hos better get in check You're lookin' at a bad bitch, nothin' less Walk, walk, walk, walk Walk, walk, walk, walk Tip, toe, pivot, walk Tip, toe, pivot, walk Ooh, don't take it personal You won't be the first to know Just might be the first to go Just might be, ooh Don't take it personal You won't be the first to know Just might be the first to go Just might be