Better tell your soldiers
Yeah, you know we been doing this for so many years, man
Making it real big, you understand me?
MCA, Kurupt, Young Gotti
I mean, we all we got, you understand me?
West Coast
We got DJ Premier in the building, making it happen with us
What's up Day One?
I mean, I can only do it like this (Getting high)
I can only do what I do best
The rest is a mystery
You know, me, myself and I
All I know is the way we do it (Getting high)
[Chorus: Day One & (Kurupt)
All day (Chyeah, chyeah)
All day (Chyeah, chyeah)
All day (All day)
All day (All day)
All day (Chyeah, chyeah)
All day (We ride) (Chyeah)
All day (We be going) (That's right)
All day (Chyeah, chyeah)
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high
Chyeah, chyeah, chyeah, chyeah
Uh-huh, Blue Stamp Official
Kurupt, Young Gotti (Getting high)
We gotta get 'em
Keep it real hood
Beating 'em down, loc
Chyeah, check it out (Better tell your soldiers)
Chyeah, chyeah
I run laps around niggas, loc, relays
I keep this motherfucking hood for the DJs
AKs in the trunk, chyeah, set it off
Hotbox in the whip, everybody cough
We ain't soft motherfuckers, chyeah, the block go
Couple bitches get to tripping, cuh, let 'em know
I'm 'bout the motherfucking bread, on that, feel lead
Here's a toast to the West, one shot to the head
Either the pistol or the glass refill
Kick back, hit that, motherfucking chill
You don't even know the shooters when they surround the place
Remind me of third base, give 'em the gas face
Chyeah, P.E. number one
Still a menace where these motherfucking niggas is from
(Where you from, nigga?) Chyeah, stay calm
And tear up the spot 'cause you know it's the bomb, chyeah
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high
Oh man
Smoking on some of that bomb, doing the do, you hear me?
Ain't nothing else to do but relax with
The homies and a picnic (Getting high)
Smoking on that bomb shit
Got them moon rocks, them Kurupt moon rocks if
You trying to get high, you know what I'm saying?
(Ayy, we up in this bitch)
Oh man
My bitch is tripping, my mind is gone
I don't make funny raps or love songs
I'm a menace, my nigga, that's right
And that's everything that baby girl like
Feeling heavy sedated, the game's equated
The lames are hating, I'm glad that I made it another day
Westside story where the story is told
In the land of the homies with the Danas and Vogues
Ready or not, here I am
Katrina is my bitch, I'm breaking levees and dams
I'm the man, motherfucker
I'm the man, motherfucker
Toucan Sam, motherfucker
Double nickel approach, trouble, stick 'em and roll
Never gave a fuck about a ho, motherfucker
For real-a, gorilla, motherfucker
At Coachella with Jhene Aiko, motherfucker
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high
Chyeah, chyeah
Back at 'em again (Getting high)
Quake Sinatra on the beat
My nigga Day One in the building
Chyeah (Better tell your soldiers)
I'm down the boulevard, trunk full of beat bang
Shotgun with the heat while my bitch sang
My mom in love with a G
Damn right, got game, then the pussy is free
Paper cup in my lap, bitch, foot to the floor
Here we go, here we go, stop at the liquor store
Chyeah, real hood life on the daily
Good day, then the strap's on safety
One time on the prowl with the profile
Low key with the floss, loc, that's how
Money ain't a thing, stay hood on the whole
G niggas on the mic, bitch hitting the floor, chyeah
Can it all be simple?
I do it for the West neighborhood and kinfolk (Chyeah)
I been spoke that
West all day, where them gangstas at? Chyeah
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high than a motherfucker
Niggas know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
It's that what they're still yelling
High than a motherfucker
Know what's up, I'm that gangsta gangsta
Getting high
Getting high
Better tell your soldiers
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