| Saccs, Westbound nigga
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| Sheppard Lane for life and uh
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| We breakin' backs in this motherfucker
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| Westside nigga, Eastside nigga, c’mon
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| Is y’all ready for 'Berg to attack and self destruct?
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| I’m the realest nigga and I don’t give a fuck
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| Kam got my back, and we gon' ride on you bustas
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| Take the crown back, that’s on the funk, we some hustlers
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| Where my doggs at, y’all know what I’m talkin' bout
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| Now where my locs at, throw it up and shout it out
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| West Coast back on the map with that Realizm
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| Who wanna test me, from the shoulders I’m ill with 'em
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| Breakin' backs, doin' my thing, get my grind on
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| Lyrical vet with a threat, get my shine on
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| Fuck a hater, feed him catfish with big bones
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| Sheppard Lane gang for life, nigga the drama on
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| Rough rugged and raw, breakin' niggas off
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| Physical and lyrical nigga, the 'Berg the Boss
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| I’ll be damned if I let you niggas hold me down
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| No retreat, no surrender 'til I bring home the crown with Kam
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| Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up
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| We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
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| Cock me back and let me go
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| So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast
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| I shake a soundtrack and make the ground crack
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| Break it down for the black and brown, let’s take the crown back
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| Got the Mausberg racker, it’s sure to droppin' ya
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| Me and my nigga like the Trenchcoated Mafia
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| A hard copy, and I love to squeeze triggers
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| Want your jaw hit? |
| Ah shit, here come these niggas
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| Swervin' in buckets, servin' them suckas
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| These niggas ain’t deservin' them duckets, they nervous of ruckus
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| Fuckers can’t stand me, cause I’m off the receiver
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| You know what, I can’t stand y’all neither
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| Run up on 'em like a fiend for whoever I’ll put the drama to
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| Need they temperature took, my foot the thermometer
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| I’m bangin' with this, now what that West 'bout?
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| Fuck a tin cup, I’m walkin' with my chin up and chest out
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| Gotta keep my dogg Mausberg in a muzzle
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| Before we fuck your head up like a crossword puzzle
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| Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up
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| We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
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| Cock me back and let me go
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| So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast
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| There the crown go, grab it, cause I ain’t lettin' it go
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| The West Coast 'bout to ride for sure
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| It’s been a long time, but now we representin' Westbound
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| 2−2-0, Quik, Saccs and the Dogg Pound
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| All my real niggas who ride with me
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| Throw your dub up nigga, Westside with me
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| From the hood up to the Bay
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| West Coast love for E-40 and 4-Tay in a real way
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| But I ain’t finished yet, let me drop the boo-yow
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| Lyrical shit to make you feel me now
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| Y’all ain’t knowin' bout that Non Fic'
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| Throw your fist in the sky, puff a pimp and grab your dick
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| Shit, the West Coast be the bombest
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| And it’s ironic you niggas ain’t knowin' bout the chronic
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| All my niggas love to ride and jack
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| But we the chosen ones that gon' take the crown back
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| Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up
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| We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
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| Cock me back and let me go
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| So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Rebirth , by - Kam. Song from the album Suga Free And Mausberg Presents Konnectid, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп