[S.A.S. - Mitchy Slick] Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast We missed you.. welcome back - let's go!
Uhh, yeah that, new West Yes C'mon, uhh Uhh Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang Uhh, yeah that Yes Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon Yeah, uhh YEAH! YEAH!!!
[Xzibit] Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW) Underestimate, run up on, it's on now Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about
[Chorus - repeat 2X] KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me Be thankful, if you get away alive You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin
[Xzibit] Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well FUCK YOU Nastradamus style, make every line come through Don't make me spit predict your last action Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah) Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!) Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 shit If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!) Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden to swoop down and crash your party All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy? Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali We classic, go 'head, speak my name And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon
[S.A.S. - Mitchy Slick] Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade Bitch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke Everytime, I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and Phil got the customers comin to get it early we came a long way from po-lice chasin us for dope in our socks and angel dust Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties This, mac'll have you bitch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang