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The-The-The Mechanics. Nigga better wake his game up. Nigga better stay up on it. Can't fuck with America's nightmare. Can't fuck with America's most Wanted. Mr. Bossini, Snoop D-O-double-G. Killing shit on the Westside. Thug world niggas want that seven proof, tryin' to Live and live our best lives. So if murder Is the case, we don't give a fuck. Niggas better d-uh-duck quick. From Long Beach to the Bay, we just don't Be talkin' that tough shit. We 'bout it, 'bout it, with that funk and We got that fire. And my niggas from the T-uh-south still stay heated, r-real riders. Pumpin' Robin T-uh-side ya, spark a blunt up with The lighter. If you know me, then you know It ain't a m-uh-motherfucker gettin' higher. Smoke bomb fuckin' with your sister, grand slam when I got my plaques. It was me and you and two shorts, smokin' Big blunts gettin' fat We back that gangster shit, Whole lotta gangster shit. See, we been quiet for a minute, not sayin' Shit. Fuck all this famous shit, where I'm from, Can't forget. And we'll still pull up on your Ass like we drivin' for Lyft. We back on that gangster shit, whole lotta gangster Shit. See, we been quiet for a minute, Not sayin' shit. Fuck all this famous shit, Where I'm from, can't forget. And we'll still pull up on your ass with Them bangers and dip. Cock it back, Let it fly. Sleep a nigga, Betty Bye. Pumpin' hot lead inside you, five, six, Seven times. Body snatch, head chopper. So big, I hold it awkward. Police can't find the body, cooked a nigga, Betty Crocker. Seasick from all the blue, nigga need a Dramamine. Five niggas on my team, Live killin' everything. Everybody get it, I'm the one who did it. All my bitches with the shits and all my Niggas with it. My hammer so big, I can hardly fit it. In my back seat, hit the back streets, caught Him slippin'. His moms was livid. Heavens, good Lord, he did it. God forbid it, rob him and split it. The job, forget it. gangster shit, whole lotta Gangster shit. See, we been quiet for a minute, Not sayin' shit. Fuck all this famous shit, Where I'm from, can't forget. And we'll still pull up on your ass like We drivin' for Lyft. We back on that gangster Shit, whole lotta gangster shit. See, we been quiet for a minute, not sayin' Shit. Fuck all this famous shit, where I'm from, Can't forget. And we'll still pull up on your Ass with them bangers and dip. Mama told you 'bout them Westside niggas. Haha. Spice One, we got one, nigga. Yes, sir. Westside, nigga. Chess side, nigga. Ooh-wee. The-The-Mechanics.