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letra de l.a. confidential - yg

[intro: nipsey hussle]
and now for my next number, i’d like to return to the cl-ssics
(cookin’ soul)
uh, uh, yuh
west coast (west coast)
hussle, hussle
ya know
neighborhood
west coast, who ride?
blanco
labeled as a thug
ayy, yo, b
west coast (west coast)
uh, look
labeled as a thug
west coast, who ride?

[verse 1: blanco]
ain’t the type of white dude sippin’ bud light
i’m the type with my nine screamin’, “thug life”
a bad b-tch wanna f-ck tonight
you ain’t shit, motherf-cker, so it’s f-ck your life
f-ck the d.e.a., i.r.s., and f.b.i
there, i said it, won’t regret it ’til we start trial
i don’t ever leave a paper trail
and best believe i’ma g, i will break the scale
i’m a hustler, give a f-ck about a budget
i’m a gangsta, give a f-ck about the judges
i’m a monster, middle finger to you suckas
i’m a mobster, mr. untouchable
can’t f-ck with me, i’m so on some other shit
on a road trip, gotta bring my other b-tch
not my other b-tch, my other, other, other b-tch
every brick i flip, the more i’m like, “f-ck, i’m rich”

[chorus: 2pac]
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
f-ckin’ mob figga, west coast
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
lettin’ niggas have it, i’ve been labeled as a thug
f-ckin’ mob figga, west coast, who ride?

[verse 2: yg]
niggas hate daily, glock is my protection
i’m the nigga that your mama told you not to mess with
caught a interception on your b-tch now that’s a wridnap
give her some d-ck quick, now watch how fast she collapse
pusha ink the label, yeah, been that way from day one
the hoes get around me and me? i just got to say somethin’
i let my chain speak, i ain’t really gotta say much
if see me in the streets, holla, “suwoop, nigga, stay up”
i’m all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe b-tch
she say, “all you wanna do is f-ck me,” i say, “you know it”
my b-tch rollin’, my b-tch bad
don’t trip ’cause the homies got the strap
run up in your pad like the motherf-ckin’ police
with pistols in your face like, “nigga, don’t you owe me?”
i’m tryna steal the rap game like the house lit
i’m from the west but i’m tryna f-ck a south b-tch

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
look, look
i’m fresh off the block, i ain’t even really left yet
best on the west, hands-down, no question
and my adidas got the slauson boy etched in
and black sam keep the money invested
all i do is check rappers off the checklist
and i don’t beef, i eat beef for breakfast
and i don’t sleep ’cause these streets is hectic
i don’t make peace, i just put ’em on my necklace
real nigga, never ran, never snitched
the old lady on fifth ain’t raise no b-tch
and we some real niggas, not like the niggas in your clique
always runnin’ ’round talkin’ about the little shit that you did
we’ll never say nothin’ ’bout that big shit that we did
we just see each other and nod, and you know what it is
and we don’t talk about the big shit we did
we just see each other and nod and you know what it is, nigga

[verse 4: db tha general]
db nigga i be on that dope shit
my junkies be stay ready, be heavy and get your dope, kid
talkin’ pussy, boy, on my mama, you ain’t shot a stick
this nigga mad, oh well yeah i got your b-tch
i heard that he snitching, paperwork bands circulating
heard this nigga snitch, i swear to god, how the f-ck he ate?
known to bang hands down, i got the brown
you can ask around the town, db i’m gettin’ down fast
i got the gas and gas, gas, gas on top of gas
i’m like, “f-ck school,” f-ck school, never went to cl-ss
i act a -ss and act a -ss i’m like, “f-ck math”
they talkin’ shit, i swear to god them niggas dumb trash
black mask, i’m hoppin’ out with that black mask
he’s talkin’ california, we like, “f-ck fast”
i had cash and had cash and had cash
me, yg, nipsey, blanco, i had to ask

- yg

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