The Game, Sonyae, Anderson .Paak - Crenshaw / 80s and Cocaine lyrics

Oh, shit, yea say, where you heading, man?
You motherfuckers ain't going nowhere, man
Hey, you know I was trying to
Do my thing on 'em oh, shit, yea 64 Impala
Well, we ain't tryna hurt nobody, man
We just yea
You might just catch us different though
Say, where you going man? My God! Say!

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window


Gang signs

Parked at the light
Give a fuck about a bitch nigga
Only nigga worth six figures
That still click triggers
On my way to L-A-X, fuck the freeway
Riding through South Central in the
'Wood like I should
But, I'm a Compton nigga
West side monster nigga
You should know by now
I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Call Big-U and we gon' see
'bout that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? Yea
That's that out-of-towner in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's Diner menu
You a shooter? Better have that
North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all kinds of venues
Dub's show I let the snub show
Shall I continue?
Fuckin' niggas up like it's '05
Like Dre just listened to my
Whole demo and cosigned
Talkin' out your neck
Get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs

Nip be where the Crips be
Skeme be where the bloods be
Nigga, I'm with the shit
Give a fuck if niggas cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time
Get a blood beef same color rag
Still layin' where the subs be

I'll have a prostitute open the
Trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops
Come and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen
To come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you
Baby bury you in my backyard, shit
I'm sittin' on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the paper
Nigga, wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga, want to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a tape it
And I don't put no tints on my whip
One strap, full clip, nigga!

You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs
Watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs

Bullets coming through the windows
And the walls
That's on the set, all my niggas on call
Don't pray for me, pray for them niggas
Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz, nigga
I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine

Ayo, I wake up
Put on chronic like bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek
It's hard to break up
38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast
Six bitches at my kitchen table ass naked
I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, nigga
I'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant hangin'
From my necklace used to take a brick
Chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like it's Mexican
No flexin'
It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out
We cop that on Wimbleton and Brazil in my
Impala with the top back
Where my nigga Top at? Remember
Them days before you
And Rock brought Watts back?
We was in Stevenson
Village in front your crib, nigga
Leanin' like a top hat
Ordering Tommy burgers with everything
Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm
BLAT!