YG — L.A. Confidential

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics (Cookin' Soul) Uh, uh, yuh West Coast (West Coast) Hussle, Hussle Ya know Neighborhood West Coast, who ride? Blanco Labeled as a thug Ayy, yo, B West Coast (West Coast) Uh, look Labeled as a thug West Coast, who ride? [Verse 1: Blanco] Ain't the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light I'm the type with my nine screamin', "Thug life" A bad bitch wanna fuck tonight You ain't shit, motherfucker, so it's fuck your life Fuck the D.E.A., I.R.S., and F.B.I There, I said it, won't regret it 'til we start trial I don't ever leave a paper trail And best believe I'ma G, I will break the scale I'm a hustler, give a fuck about a budget I'm a gangsta, give a fuck about the judges I'm a monster, middle finger to you suckas I'm a mobster, Mr. Untouchable Can't fuck with me, I'm so on some other shit On a road trip, gotta bring my other bitch Not my other bitch, my other, other, other bitch Every brick I flip, the more I'm like, "Fuck, I'm rich" [Chorus: 2Pac] Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? [Verse 2: YG] Niggas hate daily, Glock is my protection I'm the nigga that your mama told you not to mess with Caught a interception on your bitch now that's a wridnap Give her some dick quick, now watch how fast she collapse Pusha Ink the label, yeah, been that way from day one The hoes get around me and me? I just got to say somethin' I let my chain speak, I ain't really gotta say much If see me in the streets, holla, "Suwoop, nigga, stay up" I'm all about my dollars, pop my collar on a hoe bitch She say, "All you wanna do is fuck me," I say, "You know it" My bitch rollin', my bitch bad Don't trip 'cause the homies got the strap Run up in your pad like the motherfuckin' police With pistols in your face like, "Nigga, don't you owe me?" I'm tryna steal the rap game like the house lit I'm from the west but I'm tryna fuck a south bitch [Chorus: 2Pac] Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Look, look I'm fresh off the block, I ain't even really left yet Best on the west, hands-down, no question And my Adidas got the Slauson Boy etched in And Black Sam keep the money invested All I do is check rappers off the checklist And I don't beef, I eat beef for breakfast And I don't sleep 'cause these streets is hectic I don't make peace, I just put 'em on my necklace Real nigga, never ran, never snitched The old lady on Fifth ain't raise no bitch And we some real niggas, not like the niggas in your clique Always runnin' 'round talkin' about the little shit that you did We'll never say nothin' 'bout that big shit that we did We just see each other and nod, and you know what it is And we don't talk about the big shit we did We just see each other and nod and you know what it is, nigga [Chorus: 2Pac] Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride? [Verse 4: DB Tha General] DB nigga I be on that dope shit My junkies be stay ready, be heavy and get your dope, kid Talkin' pussy, boy, on my mama, you ain't shot a stick This nigga mad, oh well yeah I got your bitch I heard that he snitching, paperwork bands circulating Heard this nigga snitch, I swear to God, how the fuck he ate? Known to bang hands down, I got the brown You can ask around the town, DB I'm gettin' down fast I got the gas and gas, gas, gas on top of gas I'm like, "Fuck school," fuck school, never went to class I act a ass and act a ass I'm like, "Fuck math" They talkin' shit, I swear to God them niggas dumb trash Black mask, I'm hoppin' out with that black mask He's talkin' California, we like, "Fuck fast" I had cash and had cash and had cash Me, YG, Nipsey, Blanco, I had to ask [Chorus: 2Pac] Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Lettin' niggas have it, I've been labeled as a thug Fuckin' mob figga, west coast, who ride?