[MC Ren]    Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker    (West West y'all)    Yeah, L.A. niggaz    L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga    Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?    Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?    But this shit come all the way back around here    My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass    Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize    L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga    Recognize this       [Time Bomb]    Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag    Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag    G'd from the feet up    Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up    Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)    At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up    Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up    You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up    But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you    Now there's another motherfucker with no future    But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba    Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*}       [King T]    I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon    Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner    Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch    From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha    Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks    and Hittman bought a fix    Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch    Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}    Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic    Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it    From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up    The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?       Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane       We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat    Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!    It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops    Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!       [Hittman]    Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move    They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do    cock me back    Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax    who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true    But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you    Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)    Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.    Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang    I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's    My pants hang below my waistline    I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)    I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline    don't waste my time    Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's    One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches    Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches       [Xzibit]    I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'    Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood    Slugs for the fuck of it    Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick    If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor    Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore    It's AvireX-to-the-Z    Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,    cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time    Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie    What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health    like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself       [Defari]    Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'    Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer    Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll    Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'    and bruise by the case    SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced    Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings    Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings       Chorus       [Outro]    In L.A.       That's how we ride (4X)