West Coast Gangstas

HAVIKK:<br><br>4 deep on the creep, I gots the Tecs on prraahh..<br>Take the safety off lock, exterminate your block<br>Leavin do` holes with .44`s and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs<br>And breakin` niggas` necks like bad checks<br>Outrageous with 12 gauges, `L.A. Times` front pages<br>Leaving mingled bodies hangin` on stages<br>Collapse niggas with raps, caps niggas with straps<br>Smoking on the bomb, eyes tighter than Japs<br>Rollin` evil with the Desert Eagle, schemin` Young Prod<br>When the squad`s in the house: oh my God, a homicide<br>Is `bout to committed, admit it<br>You seen the Tec and you shitted<br>Nickel-plate in your face, a .38<br>Competin, strangle the evil with low blows<br>I dips fo` low with bad hoes, the saga unfolds<br>The S.C. script had to design shit to wreck your mental<br>Bitch, and plant a fuckin` slug in your temple<br>Yeah<br> <br>Chorus: L.V. & PRODEJE<br><br>The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.`s<br>Sportin` khakis and Chucks and B.V.T`s.<br>Swervin through your hood in a blue low-low<br>Sportin` Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4<br><br>PRODEJE:<br><br>G maneouvres, increasin my retaliation<br>Shob niggas provoke could equal to your devastation<br>My motivation is lyrication, the philosophation<br>Acquired by the gangsta`s inspiration<br>Mentally loc`d I`m smokin` tracks like it`s blunted<br>I`m frontin` `bout .44 mags and G rags<br>My khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun ya<br>I zap you like a genie<br>You try to escape like Whodini<br>You plastic<br>I`m boombastic like that muthafucka Shaggy<br>The Cartel keeps the groove nasty<br>You tried to fade, but got eleminated, tried the differential<br>But couldn`t fade the fuckin` instrumental<br>My mental compound exploitin` the hoods and towns<br>Breakin` it down, and if you trippin`, yo` ass is clowned<br>It`s Mr. Prod comin` cutthroat, live through the wire<br>The West Coast G`s is on fire<br><br>Chorus...<br><br>??? & YOUNG PROD:<br><br>Freestylin` to a instrumental in a rental<br>Q-fo`-fever, evil side finna leave a<br>Nigga leakin, blood seekin` for the weekend<br>Headhuntin like a dome-servin` freak and<br>Mental scheme we G`s this, we locs like that<br>We grab Macs and reacts to open niggas` backs<br>Welcome to the dome of terror, the era of the evil side<br>Take niggas out the run like drive-by`s<br>Come come, test this, let`s just<br>See yo` face taste ??? just this<br>No mistakin, ??? we`re money-makin`<br>We grab the g`s, get the ki`s and we shake it<br>It ain`t too easy to find me<br>Young Prod run games like _Jumanji_<br>My 9 blow minds everytime I dump<br>Takin` niggas` chests out and lump<br>Evil Side, servin` muthafuckas from the back to the front<br>Don`t front, so where ya at?<br>In the back of the homie`s `Lac<br>Cockin` a strap, finna take a muthafucka off the mat<br>I got your back - back at ya, nigga<br>Pull the triggers, slugs to niggas` mugs<br>Forever Evil Side, straight gangsta<br><br>Chorus...