Daz Dillinger, WC - Late Nite lyrics
[Daz Dillinger, WC - Late Nite lyrics]
Sup Dub?
Sup Daz? You know what we are right?
Real G shit you know what I'm saying?
God damn right still what we call it nigga?
Westcoast! All day nigga yeah c'mon!
Poppin out a light on a late nite fire up
A Phillie Blunt to get my head right
Rolling in my 500 Benz
In the home of drivebys and ak matics
I rep this city of
Angels, wearing round locos
Dulo and bangya
Built off the anger
Attracted to the danger
I love the drama on what it brings
Drug rank
The game seem like a still of jeans
But allusion niggas losin'
That's how it goes down
Conclusion ain't losin', when I
Dump those rounds
At ya clowns
(ha ha ha ha)
Homie don't play that, from
Then and down now
Nigga OG playback
(OG nigga)
Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive
Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere
(dead and alive?)
Weed in the air, dubs up
Nigga burn the rubber
Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers
Show them how to come and go then
Run up they can die slow
Hold court in the street
Nigga fuck the po-po
Was stuck in my ways, I can't change
Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the
Same old thangs
The S to O to the U T-H C-E-N T-R-A-L
Got me turnt on, a 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 in the
(deep sorrow?)
From back then when them busters
Threw led on my car
So I cope the automatic, ya
The avoid the close caskets
Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets
Never put your trust in
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 whats up tonight
Roll the ammo
Good with handles
Pack like rambo
Hit the back of the part then gamble
California, better keep ya pistol on ya
Cuz every nigga down to shoot
Ya like Christopher Dorner
Let the bullets lash out (uh)
Pull the rags on em
Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C
In the glasshouse
And pay homage when you
See them fingers swaging
Ain't a damn thang change
But we know what we claiming
We the west coaster
Double barrels in the holster
Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so
Blow the roof down
Shut it down so quick
By the end of the night
We gone fuck your BITCH
(beotch)
Said shit that should've come
From free dues
Get paid
Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade
Made an example what nigga, how you down with
West coast mentality is what it's killed with
Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub
Nothin' less, nigga
Yeah, uh
Ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this
BITCH!
Sup Daz? You know what we are right?
Real G shit you know what I'm saying?
God damn right still what we call it nigga?
Westcoast! All day nigga yeah c'mon!
Poppin out a light on a late nite fire up
A Phillie Blunt to get my head right
Rolling in my 500 Benz
In the home of drivebys and ak matics
I rep this city of
Angels, wearing round locos
Dulo and bangya
Built off the anger
Attracted to the danger
I love the drama on what it brings
Drug rank
The game seem like a still of jeans
But allusion niggas losin'
That's how it goes down
Conclusion ain't losin', when I
Dump those rounds
At ya clowns
(ha ha ha ha)
Homie don't play that, from
Then and down now
Nigga OG playback
(OG nigga)
Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive
Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere
(dead and alive?)
Weed in the air, dubs up
Nigga burn the rubber
Life ain't fair but take that motherfuckers
Show them how to come and go then
Run up they can die slow
Hold court in the street
Nigga fuck the po-po
Was stuck in my ways, I can't change
Worldwide, niggas dyin' for the
Same old thangs
The S to O to the U T-H C-E-N T-R-A-L
Got me turnt on, a 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 in the
(deep sorrow?)
From back then when them busters
Threw led on my car
So I cope the automatic, ya
The avoid the close caskets
Enemies, and all these thirsty-ass ratchets
Never put your trust in
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 whats up tonight
Roll the ammo
Good with handles
Pack like rambo
Hit the back of the part then gamble
California, better keep ya pistol on ya
Cuz every nigga down to shoot
Ya like Christopher Dorner
Let the bullets lash out (uh)
Pull the rags on em
Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C
In the glasshouse
And pay homage when you
See them fingers swaging
Ain't a damn thang change
But we know what we claiming
We the west coaster
Double barrels in the holster
Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so
Blow the roof down
Shut it down so quick
By the end of the night
We gone fuck your BITCH
(beotch)
Said shit that should've come
From free dues
Get paid
Ain't afraid, point-blank shit get fade
Made an example what nigga, how you down with
West coast mentality is what it's killed with
Yeah, west coast gangsta shit, Dub
Nothin' less, nigga
Yeah, uh
Ha ha ha, can't fuck wit' this
BITCH!