[The Game]
West Coast, it's all about survival n***a
West Coast, California's own
Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C
You n***as know what it is
Compton and Long Beach back together again..
[Daz Dillinger]
You know it's, murda-murda, bring the drama for ya mama
Got them .223's in the back of the Impala
n***as got a problem, n***a this how we could fix it
Ten or twenty of my homies goin' all on a mission
Lookin' for them n***as to let 'em know that it's on
Send a couple n***as to the funeral home
Them n***as that you love is back (Like that?)
(Chrome gat motherf**er, where it's at?)
I'm only f**in' with them real n***as who stay in the street
I'm only f**in' with them real n***as who playin' for keep
With a street sweeper sweepin' your whole block with a tool
I'm old school with it, I don't play by the rules
Bundles of cash, two thousand grams, turnin' soft into hard
Don't you know we the sh** up on the boulevard?
Don't you know that n***as died just for playin' hard?
0-8' chrome shoes, bulletproof car
[Chorus]
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
[The Game]
It's too much gangsta sh** goin' on in the f**in' world
For n***as to be actin' like girls
I'm the Gangbang General, never rhyme a subliminal
12-gauge shotty to your body, a f**in' criminal
A animal, West Coast beat cannibal
Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta sh**
Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody k**a
For reala, half Blood half motherf**in' gorilla
Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle
My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the f**in' Eiffel
Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb
I explode to the next episode
Cutla** ridin', butler drivin'
Head low cause it's all about motherf**in' survivin'
In the city I claim, Westside we bang
The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang
[Chorus]
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
[Kurupt]
Dogg Pound Gangstas, let it rain motherf**er
It ain't really nothin' to explain motherf**er
Just the other day I was posted talkin' some numbers
Tryin' to get it right, underneath my Chinchilla it was winter
And plus I had to conceal the sinja
Gotta get it right, full scale pushin'
Everything I'm livin' for, I'm more on these bustas
I'm sick of sh**, and every n***a pushin' with me sick of sh**
Where the paper b**h?
Next word I hear from ya I'll I'm domin' ya all
Sometimes I feel like hittin' hoes and domin' ya all
Ride out with me, come out that drought with me
Come scout with me, come find out what it's about with me
Motherf**er, "Ya'll Must Have Forgot" like Roy Jones
All about the home invasion, gangstas on Vogue's
You'll never be able to put the gangstas on hold
Motherf**er, keep it G and get the P to roll
In and out this n***as sh**, fast in a flash
Keep talkin' sh** n***a see how fast on the flash
We'll be in that a**, through the pockets, get the cash, me and Daz
[Chorus]
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And we don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a)
And don't give a f** where you from
(Anybody k**a)