Gangsta Music

[Omar Cruz] Welcome to the west coast, motherfucker Bomb trees and bomb bitches, ha ha You have no fucking idea, man (Verse 1) Come fuck with a rider The west coast messiah named O. Cruz Ridin' with them chrome tools, bald-headed all fools A Latin kid bringin' L.A. back Bringin' gully back Homie, the streets is back (Yeah) And I'm a take a little pressure off Game If he's the face, I'm the voice of L.A Cause ever since I came, the whole west side ain't been the same Even Snoop Dogg sayin' my name Let me spell it out O, M, A, R Cruz, muh'fucker, I'm a shootin' star Cause I shoot these bars like I'm shootin' cars On the 405 freeway Cut me off I came from the land of the pull up and spray Where they pull up and say "Where you from, ESE!?" Yeah Only the sickest of my vocals get laid And if it ain't the good doctor/+Dr.+, must be Cool & +Dre+ Chorus: [The Game] Give me a 6-4 and some hydro, watch the low low Jump around [Omar Cruz] Homie, what's that sound [The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music [Omar Cruz] Uh huh [The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music [Omar Cruz] Yeah [The Game] Let the top down, homie, pop the trunk Let the speakers go [Omar Cruz] BOOM [The Game] The whole world know that sound Cause it ain't nothin' but that gangsta music [Omar Cruz] Uh huh [The Game] It ain't nothin' but that gangsta music [Omar Cruz] Yeah (Verse 2) I spit for everyday hustlers, 9-to-5'ers jugglin' Green and white, just to make them things right Customers fiend tonight The ghetto bird flies above us Heard a couple shots, just another day, on my L.A. block Police harass me cause my Cadillacs blastin' up And in my stash, have the .44, hidden in the back They couldn't find a damn thing, nothin' on me It's why it always been, and still is, "MOTHERFUCK THE POLICE!" That's how we livin', I done spit on how I see it For every Blood, they killin', another Crip Deleted Another homie is seein' consecutive life sentences Even if they breathin', ain't no sunshine, believe it See, I keep it hood cause I gots to Whole style is mobster He's a (???), I destroy your whole Rockstar Try and stop us These Latin kings on the rise Any questions, ask my smif-n-wesson, it's B.Y.I Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) It's like a new change of armor, the God is up for the slaughter We riders, ride in the storm, when it's flooded, walkin' on water You wildin', homie, we wildin' you, wallin' up on the side of you Never knew he was there, homie, surprise on you Cause on the west side, we ain't got a test drive 6-4, went to shop Roll the 6-45 Or the Double-R All suede, head lock Don't fuck with dimes no more Shoot for twenty fives That's under twenty five We roll on 25 Inch chrome rims, hollow tips in my 25 Baby wanna ride, one day, twenty times She and a friend sayin' "Omar, you a nasty guy" I know this, ma, just another day in the life Bullets, broads, beats and plenty dollar signs Cause if it don't make sense, then it's a waste of time O. Cruz, cut the check, bitch This is B.Y.I Repeat Chorus [The Game] Got two words for the coast.. For the world.. Omar Cruz.. Yeah.. Black and brown pride equals.. The Game and O.C... We don't need you.. Cause we got us.. West coast.. For life