Luyện nghe bài hát Paranoid

Bang shit

No nice, I'm not
I'm not
But without no makeup on
On the mike, I'm an gare site

Noid, I got these all paranoid
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, everybody better they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

Westside, the city we ride
The city where that niggy put green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, a OB
Who G from the L to the E to the NCH, MO to the B?

Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the loc
It's that ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a

Product of them palm trees, make your bleed
The Coast me is like a sack of buck weed, nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock
Better throw some D's on that and lay low

erasin' me off the strip loc
It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's a
Who made it safe for to walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, bitch, what you lookin' at?

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya blown, blow it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, it's the fundamentals
In the of Winchell's, with the 4, 5 cocked
Keep it hood, everybody better they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got these niggaz all
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got niggaz all paranoid
Boy, Mob is on point

Packin' the heat and I'm back in streets
Allow me to on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
On all you Pretty lookin' niggaz

WC baby, I got it down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass
Got the Harley if you niggaz ground pound
Got the rag '57 the top down

Follow me, and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Dippin' in a stretch eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't me
In a of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to warn ya, this is
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South Central hold his potential
Monumental, credentials

W Sizzle, WC, like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5
Keep it hood, everybody better hold spot
Niggaz think they hot but no not, no

Damn, c'mon, back to the with it
Grip the Tec-9 like a 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet it

It's back on, Lench in a big brawn
It's a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz them gay ass dances

the T-shirts and Starter caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz know gangsta rap started at
Yeah, I said it and afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun set, my tongue for shit

You know the place that introduced the to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz and crippin'
The place we gun slang
The same Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

I got to ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown, it back
South couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood

W Sizzle, WC, it's like the
In the of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked
Keep it hood, better hold they spot
think they hot but no they not, no

Noid, I got these niggaz all
Noid, I got the big boy
Noid, we got these all paranoid
Boy, Lench Mob is on

Keep it hood, it hood
Lench Mob is on
Keep it hood, it hood, nigga
Lench Mob is on