Paranoid (feat. Ice Cube)

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

I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not

Westside, the city where we ride
The city where that niggy put that green up in the sky
Off that Al Green, sippin' a O.E.
Who that G from the L to the E to the N-c-H, M-O to the B?
Bustin' a 'chanical, back for the cash loc
It's that ignorant ass nigga, that motherfuckin' asshole
Backhandin' ya, strapped with another anthem
Hood nigga eatin' pastrami cheese fries in a Phantom
Product of them palm trees, make your lungs bleed
The Coast without me is like a sack of buck weed nigga
Without me on the list the West is like a Chevy on stock rims
Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low
cause erasin' me out the strip loc
is like Ray J and Whitney, that shit's a joke
Who made it safe for y'all to Walk and took it back?
Somebody hand me my locs, punk bitch what you lookin' at?

I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not

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

Packin' the heat, now back in these streets
Allow me to touch on y'all like a Catholic priest
Westside gritty hood nigga, kickin' mud on the glitter pants
on all you Pretty Ricky lookin' niggaz
W.C. baby, I got it locked down
Got the chopper-chopper that'll knock yo' ass down
Got the Harley if you niggaz wanna ground pound
Got the rag '57 with the top down - follow me
Alive and kickin', pimpin' it's that Westside
Dippin' in a stretch Hummer eatin' Church's fried chicken
With that big double-barrel on me, niggaz can't ignore me
In a pair of Chuck Taylor's reclaimin' my territory

I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not

Damn, c'mon, back to the streets with it
Grip the tec-9 like a spoon 'cause I eats with it
And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it
Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it
It's back on, Lench Mobbin' in a big Brougham
It's been a while but nigga not that long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances
From the t-shirts and Starter caps
Real recognize real, but y'all niggaz
know where gangsta rap started at
Yeah I said it and ain't afraid to say it
I'm from where the sun sit, bitin' my tongue for shit
You know the place that introduced the world to thuggin' and dippin'
The place that got these out of town niggaz Bloodin' and Crippin'
The place where we gun slang
The same place Kobe scored 81 in one motherfuckin' game

I got to warn ya, this is California
Home grown, get ya dome blown
South Central couldn't hold his potential
Monumental, hood credentials
W.C. is like the fundamentals
In the back of Winchell's, with the .4-5 cocked
(Keep it hood) Everybody better hold they spot
Niggaz think they hot but no they not

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