Yukmouth - Representin South west lyrics

[Chorus] Representin south west Ain't nothin fake about it, Bout it, Bout it [Verse 1: Pimp C] Uh, When I was young, I used to want big rocks Now I'm breakin 'em in the black 'rarri drop top Wit the v-12 motor, So baby bend over For the big cheese holder, Blowin on dolja Tell me how ya feel when you see a pimp shinin 7 ave k**er on my neckbone and diamonds That was 20 karrats, How ya gon stop If you was blazed on the 99 ave couldn't chop it Speakin of the lead gun, This is bout a new one Black on black thuggin mary, Buy mama the blue one Ya saw me in the white one, That was for that big bun And mary watches jus gave me a check for 2 million Now we did the first half, Never sip the hen fast Comin down franklin wit the bulletproof gla** You can pay for p, But i'ma smoke on the best Cause that's how we do it in the south and the west [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2: Lil Big] Ain't No room for no elites up in my big league We monopolizing and prophisizing for bigger cheese Strategies makin our fantasies realities And business mentalities keep our pockets fat like calories It's time to get the mob a makeover No more slangin cola, We major stakolas plannin corporate takeovers Callin the shots up from the skyscrapers, Pushin paper Makin deals for millions gettin paid to sign players This thang of ours changed the movies, Music, And rappin Supplying what they demanding, And it's rapidly expanding Worldwide, So make you witness That the true definition of mob is money, Organization, And the business Who here? Big league players up from the west State ya biz, Mafia ties is in effect We connect, All of the dots between states, True respect For Lil Big, Yukmouth, And Pimp C [Chorus 2x] [Lil Big] If you represent the south, Say ya heard me! [Ya heard me!] If you represent the west, Say what what what what! If you represent the south, Say ya heard me! [Ya heard me!] If you represent the west, Say what what what what! [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Hollowtips bust out, Definite thugged out Said it before, I wanted to own my own drug house Ya dig it? Meal tickets and diamonds, Motherf**ers still kickin and grindin n***as hatin, Now doin it and shinin Crackin spills sh** reclinin in a range Wit that woodgrain and tv screens, Video games ridin Hey, Listen to me, Motherf**ers goin off ecstasy hatin hennessy .45 Automatic, No way ya get rid of me Welcome to the city where n***as act sh**ty But toast ya freight knees wit dum dums, It's the ol ak For n***as who fled the cops, But they go our ways Listen, Plus I'm signed to rap a lot, scrap a lot Bust the gat a lot, Smoke, Slang crack a lot Listen, Crazy sh**, Westside! Westside! [Chorus till fade]