[Produced by J.R. Rotem]
[Intro]
Gold herringbone
Uh, and this is the first thing I bought with my check
Yeah, yeah, yump, yeah
West, yeah, yump, yeah
[Verse 1]
Dijon Shariff Thames is the name my momma gave me
You'll see the side now, born Englewood baby
A lotta y'all wouldn't be here to the game
The same time DJ Quik drop Quik Is the Name
The year was '91, I don't remember much then
But I was always with my auntie and my little cousin
See, my auntie was a blood, my uncle was in jail
My daddy wasn't there when my momma did hair
So I spent most of my hours with her
And would listen to that G shit when I was rehearse
Sugar Free, Quik, Snoop, 40, Short, Dre, Pop
West coast legends, I had to be one, straight drop
[Chorus]
You notice this man, the West LA rap
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a blood or a crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four
Reppin' for fly niggas, we all across the globe
Not a blood or a crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
One, two, three, four (Welcome to Mann's World)
Leave them suckers at the door
Not a blood or a crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yump, yeah
West, yeah, yump, uh, yeah
[Verse 2]
Pick up the pen at 14, created real magic
No mirrors or smoke screens
I was too little to play on those teams
There was a big difference from me and most teens
Into adult things and I started becoming
Infatuated with money, women, and clothing
They said "Mann, you'll never make it, not in yo dreams" (what?)
Now I'm on and they stuffin' LA with no cheese
Shall I proceed to give you what you need?
I'm here for the long term, you're stuck with me
Oh no, I ain't leavin' no time soon
Man, I just moved in, new home is your iTunes
[Chorus]
You notice this man, the West LA rap
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a blood or a crip, just cockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
1, 2, 3, 4, reppin' for fly niggas, we all across the globe
Not a blood or a crip, just cockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
1, 2, 3, 4 (Welcome to Mann's World)
Leave them suckers at the door
Not a blood or a crip, just cockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yump, yeah
West, yeah, yump, uh, yeah
[Interlude]
Very young boy, who grew up in the urban community
Shit, a gold chain meant the world to us man
When I got my check, first thing I bought
Was this gold herringbone around my neck
Mann's World, West LA (West LA, west LA)
Birthday gang, West LA, yeah
[Outro]
You notice this man, the West LA rap
Birthday gang, you should join my set
Not a blood or a crip, just clockin' my grip
And I put that on the gold herringbone on my neck
