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

You can me catch rolling down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling 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 LAX, 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 going to
See about that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? That's that
Out of town 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?
Fucking niggas up like it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my
Whole demo and cosigned
Talking out your neck
Get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood

You can me catch rolling down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling 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 laying where the subs be

Naw fuck that nigga
I'll have a prostitute to 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 me catch rolling down Crenshaw
Crenshaw
Is that a motherfucking Impala? Bitch Yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling 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

Ay yo I wake up
Put on chronic like bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek
It's hard to breakup
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 hanging
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 hot
Ordering Tommy burgers with everything
Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere
Like State Farm BLAT!