Speak On It

Introducin the Westside Strangler, bangin with the fixtures
Mashin in this hot Coupe De Ville with blue twisters
I just got it waxed, now I'm [bad word] without a doubt
Dippin down Alondra on my way to the south
The big homie [Name] bet a g, a whole ounce
He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce
Ah, back in traffic, feelin like the last pimp
Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp
I dropped by my old crib just to see it's all good
The little homies moved in the spot with Lil' Wood
See, niggas this way don't give a [bad word] about you hoes
We find real estate in the midst of robbin yo's
With Benzis and [bad word]  plenty cavi for the clucks
Keep a eye on who's who and [bad word] what's what
For all gees who got it poppin in they hood for the moment
It's the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I'ma speak on it

[ [bad word] ]
Ah, that's that gee [bad word] (mobbin through your hood)
Move on gangstas, move on
Move on gangstas, move on
Ah, that's that gee [bad word] (mobbin through your hood)
Groove on hustlers, groove on
Groove on hustlers, groove on

[ VERSE 2 ]
Man, the [bad word] and a gangsta's intuition
I hops in my 'burban, limited edition
I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that's my mission
I'm through with [bad word] Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin
What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise?
They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice
Suckers, I'm a gee, I got some ( ? ) I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
 [bad word] what, raised by ballers, I'm legit
And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick
You don't believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess
Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin less
It's many niggas drinkin that gangsta juice
But I done seen none of y'all when it was time to [bad word] 
And I was at [Name] Park squashin beef with opponents
While your [bad word] was at your mansion eatin [bad word] punk, speak on it

[ [bad word] ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
These busters better recognize [bad word] 
Dancin on D's with the Alpine humpin
Every since the child knew the ways to live foul
Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal
Alcoholic chronic-smokin niggas know the deal
Gun-totin, mouth-tapin niggas know I'm real
I represent the West to the fullest extent
Southern California Hub City resident
Yes yes y'all, it's not a secret no more
I got lyrics out the [bad word] and they all hardcore
Like [bad word] with that West Coast strap
Guaranteed to civilize a [bad word] talkin smack
What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it
This one's for my people up in Texas, watch em [bad word] it
Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment
But if your [bad word] [bad word] fool, speak on it