Unified

[Intro: Khao] It's your boy Khao, man West Coast We here Let's go (Khao) [Chorus 1] This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast [Verse 1: Problem] (Ay, yo, Problem) The homegirls crackin' cards (Cards) niggas flockin' Mercedes-Benz hittin' corners, these bitches watchin' Dirty choppers, niggas yacked up, potted up Best be official, tatted tears, bullet tissue Wipe that right off, made a play for like a hundred-K P Jay to the Bay and fucked it right off, yea (I'm out) Black Osama, Chach-Comptown Obama Red Kool-Aid, niggas lockin' with they baby mamas Yea, Problem, yea, that's me, champ Tequila got me bent like knee-cap (Ice) no cap Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac (Uh-oh) Fake shit, I'on't know that Your new bitch my throwback [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] (Nipsey) I'm in the Forbes, and I ain't relaxin' I been to war as a famous rapper (Hey) I made mills, then I paid my taxes Then I wifed up my favorite actress And post pictures on vacation with a lengthy caption Couple pies, they ain't came from Gladys I'm surprised I escaped the madness I grew up under Tiny Cobby, they respect, they was savage Can't believe I carried Fatt's casket, look I'm in my feelin's, but it ain't compassion Six shots, but I ain't relaxin' I got mouths to feed and they expect a sandwich [?] down, I respect the balance This shit real, but I accept the challenge We shot it out in broad day and never checked for cameras Protect records on these phones just to check this cabbage My slum burnt, it's forever scalin' We all like this, how I grew up, caught slippin', it was never passion (Ha-ha) [Chorus 2: Mozzy] We official, ask us about us, whole team official (Westside) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, westside) We official, ask us about us, whole team official (Westside) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Throw it up, throw it up) [Verse 3: The Game] (Game, let's go) I got murder on my mind, hollow tips on my nine Chronic smoke in my eyes, but I can bust it if I'm blind Bitch, I'm on one, tatted up, my baby mama trippin' Got me whippin' the Benz, dippin', my trigger finger itchin' Got my drawstrings pulled tight, my Chucks on Suge Knight My braids on O-Dog, the homie said it's on sight So, pop goes the weasel, if I see you then your body drop That mouth he couldn't keep closed, that's what got him shot Westside the set though, niggas is to the [?] My strap and Bompton—two things I never let go Tell twelve, "Fuck 'em," tell my mama I love her She make the best potatoes and keep the fuckin' barrel smothered I'm a killer, nigga (Whoo) [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] I'm a Steeler nigga Black and gold to the pole, ring-ding-dong Big King Kong Knockin' out the teacher like I'm [?] As the beat goes on Don't try and catch it, scratch, or match it My homies layin' low under your mattress Tactics of a Navy Seal, my baby real She keep me up on it, you niggas don't want it I been grippin' since the '80s, when the game was real shady Never leave my house without my deuce five, that's my lady She been with me a long time, 'bout—380 Then I got that mothafuckin' nine milly, baby Now, Felicia said, Keisha said, Alicia said They all birds waitin' on a piece of bread (Ha-ha) [Chorus 2: Mozzy] We official, ask us about us, whole team official (Westside) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, westside) We official, ask us about us, whole team official (Westside) Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Throw it up, throw it up) [Chorus 1] This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up (Hey) Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast [Verse 5: Mozzy] (Mozzy, let's go) [?] [?] when you broke and niggas need a pistol Your brother blasted outta state, and he ain't leave a pistol? (Huh?) Feed it crystal, let [?] run the G.F.E. (Yea) My young life [?] go behind a PS3 Lemon juice inside the recipe, the fiends love it We needed onions, they only funded us double ups (Hey) We was up and comin', the tweakers ain't never come to us Three for twenty-five is the only reason they fuck with us (Ooh-ooh) Blue Mercedes, the gator, and now we down to run (Hey) Never take a trip with a Demon, they never gun enough (Hey) Never [?], but the homie never had to bump me up (Hey) I love you if you dropped on the bail when the [?] cuffed me up [Verse 6: G Perico] Yea, look (Let's go) Westside gangsta, young rich gang banger Got arrested, bailed out before I hit the station Back to the spot, we wade deep on the block We gon' fight and shoot, whether it's even or not I'm just a Broadway baby, young Broadway gangsta It's a [?], on the real, so ain't no enemies hatin' (Hey) Truce fleece blanket, crip blue bangin' Quarter million-dollar car, still around the hood hangin' Still pullin' up on haters, you don't like it then come fade me Ballin' gettin' paper (Hey) goin' crazy (Oh) See me in traffic, got that shit I be rappin' I ain't under no pressure, that's why these niggas mad at it It's G [Chorus 1] This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up West up, west up, west up, west up (Let the Kessler speak, man) [Verse 7: E-40] (E-40) Dirty deeds, cleanin' my pistol and eatin' sunflower seeds Hella keys like a custodian, or should I say "janitor" (Janitor) I'm a expert at gettin' money, hell, I am a amateur (Amateur) Your bitch keep callin' my phone, she want me to manage her (Manage her) I told her to leave me alone, I'm off this bottle (Bottle) Not only that, but I heard she got blue waffle (Blue waffle) I wouldn't fuck that ho with your dick, fool I'm a fixture, a factor, a ball-oholic Whatever I want I bought it, you name it I got it Turn it and flip in my pockets, they're talkin' the town mob Ridin' around with a [?] with my godkids [Interlude] (Hold up, before we end this off, we gotta take it back to where it all started) (The OG, Ice-T) (What the fuck?) [Verse 8: Ice-T] Don't ask, gray beard's black mass Crack that safe fast, pistol-whip your bitch ass OG, old nigga, 40 cal., hair trigger Fed more fuckin' fans than FEMA, diss me and I'll come to see ya Just because you're still alive, certain thought the beef died The big homie sent a gite, greenlight's on for life Still on my bullshit, Black Ghost full of Crips Want some, get some, pop off, get done (Brr-ahh) A hundred round drum on a handgun Pushed the line, get tacked, shots call from super max Now you got the drama, what you wanna do? I couldn't stop my niggas if I wanted to [Chorus 1] This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up Black, brown, red, blue, nigga, throw your set up Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (You're welcome)