Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Re-birth , by - MausbergRelease date: 08.05.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Re-birth |
| 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 |