Late Nite

Lyrics

[Intro: WC & Daz] Daz: Sup, Dub? WC: Sup, Daz? You know what we are, right? Daz: Real G shit, you know what I'm saying? WC: Goddamn right Daz: Yeah, let's do it, uh WC: What we claiming, nigga? Daz: West Coast! All day, nigga. Yeah. C'mon! Woo! [Hook (2x)] (Still) [Eazy-E] Popping out a light on a late nite (Uh-huh) Fire up a Phillie blunt to get my head right (Bitch!) [2Pac] Rolling in my 500 Benz (Skrr) [Dr. Dre] In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics (Brrrah!) [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Woo!) I rep the city of angels, wearing round loco Dulo and bangya Built off the anger Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings (Brings) From the drug raid to gang sting but life is still a dream (Dream) An illusion in conclusion That's how it goes down (Give it up) The conclusion ain't losin' When I dump those rounds at you clowns (Haha, haha) Homie, don't play that From then and down now, nigga, OG playback (OG, nigga!) Sit back, relax, smoke one, let me drive (Skrrr!) Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, yeah, the night? Weed in the air, dubs up, nigga, burn the rubber Life ain't fair, but take that, motherfuckers Serve them how they come and go, they run up, they can die slow Hold court in the street, nigga, FUCK the po-po! The seed? was stuck in my ways, I can't change Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the same old thangs [Hook (2x)] [Verse 2: WC] The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L Got me turnt on, and, nigga, it ain't ha-a-ard to tell From the way I bail I'm from the capital L A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell I try to shake it, but I'm mentally scarred From back then when them busters threw lead on my car So I tote the automatic (yeah), to avoid the close caskets (Come on) Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets Never put your trust in (Never) The cemetery is full of niggas who thought that bitch was they best friend But not me, niggas told me, I bang on my loney Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie And all day and late night the bud get lit And even though it's fucked up, nigga, I love the shit It ain't a shame, it's the real, nigga Fuck what's right From my hood to your hood, you know what's up tonight [Hook (2x)] [Verse 3: WC] Load the ammo, good with handles Pack like Rambo, hit the back of the park and gamble California, better keep ya pistol on ya Cuz every nigga down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner Let the bullets lash out (Uh) Put the rags on 'em Roll wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the Glasshouse (Hahaha) And pay homage when you see them fingers swanging Ain't a damn thang changed Loc, you know what we claiming (Brrah!) [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] We the West Coaster Double barrels in the holster Ferocious, up on a BIATCH, so you know so Blow the roof down Shut it down so quick By the end of the night We gone fuck your BITCH (Biatch) Said shit that should've come from free dues, get paid Ain't afraid, point blank shit get fade (Brrah!) Made an example, what, nigga, how you dealt with West Coast mentality is what it's killed here [Hook (2x)] [Outro: Daz & WC] Daz: Yeah, West Coast Gangsta Shit, Dub! WC: Nothin' less, nigga Daz: Yeah, uh, hahahaha, can't fuck wit' this BITCH!