Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rebirth, artist - Kam. Album song Suga Free And Mausberg Presents Konnectid, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.2000
Record label: Laneway
Song language: English
The Rebirth |
Saccs, Westbound nigga |
Sheppard Lane for life and uh |
We breakin' backs in this motherfucker |
Westside nigga, Eastside nigga, c’mon |
Is y’all ready for 'Berg to attack and self destruct? |
I’m the realest nigga and I don’t give a fuck |
Kam got my back, and we gon' ride on you bustas |
Take the crown back, that’s on the funk, we some hustlers |
Where my doggs at, y’all know what I’m talkin' bout |
Now where my locs at, throw it up and shout it out |
West Coast back on the map with that Realizm |
Who wanna test me, from the shoulders I’m ill with 'em |
Breakin' backs, doin' my thing, get my grind on |
Lyrical vet with a threat, get my shine on |
Fuck a hater, feed him catfish with big bones |
Sheppard Lane gang for life, nigga the drama on |
Rough rugged and raw, breakin' niggas off |
Physical and lyrical nigga, the 'Berg the Boss |
I’ll be damned if I let you niggas hold me down |
No retreat, no surrender 'til I bring home the crown with Kam |
Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up |
We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up |
Cock me back and let me go |
So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast |
I shake a soundtrack and make the ground crack |
Break it down for the black and brown, let’s take the crown back |
Got the Mausberg racker, it’s sure to droppin' ya |
Me and my nigga like the Trenchcoated Mafia |
A hard copy, and I love to squeeze triggers |
Want your jaw hit? |
Ah shit, here come these niggas |
Swervin' in buckets, servin' them suckas |
These niggas ain’t deservin' them duckets, they nervous of ruckus |
Fuckers can’t stand me, cause I’m off the receiver |
You know what, I can’t stand y’all neither |
Run up on 'em like a fiend for whoever I’ll put the drama to |
Need they temperature took, my foot the thermometer |
I’m bangin' with this, now what that West 'bout? |
Fuck a tin cup, I’m walkin' with my chin up and chest out |
Gotta keep my dogg Mausberg in a muzzle |
Before we fuck your head up like a crossword puzzle |
Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up |
We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up |
Cock me back and let me go |
So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast |
There the crown go, grab it, cause I ain’t lettin' it go |
The West Coast 'bout to ride for sure |
It’s been a long time, but now we representin' Westbound |
2−2-0, Quik, Saccs and the Dogg Pound |
All my real niggas who ride with me |
Throw your dub up nigga, Westside with me |
From the hood up to the Bay |
West Coast love for E-40 and 4-Tay in a real way |
But I ain’t finished yet, let me drop the boo-yow |
Lyrical shit to make you feel me now |
Y’all ain’t knowin' bout that Non Fic' |
Throw your fist in the sky, puff a pimp and grab your dick |
Shit, the West Coast be the bombest |
And it’s ironic you niggas ain’t knowin' bout the chronic |
All my niggas love to ride and jack |
But we the chosen ones that gon' take the crown back |
Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up |
We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up |
Cock me back and let me go |
So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast |