(Mausberg:)
Yo yo n***a, where they at now?
(Dresta:)
Where they at?
(Mausberg:)
Black Tec n***a
(Dresta:)
I don't see 'em Berg
(Mausberg:)
The young hogs, n***a
[Mausberg]
Y'all n***as ain't ready for Berg to drop bomb
Blowin' your block up and I'm hot like napalm
Crumble yo wack sh** then I mash with my sceptor
Hollywood n***as I'm ready to chin check ya
Yo the Berg is on some different type sh**
Gangsta Trey packin' the all black pistol grip
My n***as be on some ill sh**
Graduated from g**nin' now we k**in' over real sh**
South Pacific, the place that they terrified of
Black Tec gangstas, low lights and real thugs
My dogs bit the hoes, ready for war
Brigade of young n***as wit' calicos and .44's
But them wack n***as claim they bring pain
You cowards better stick to bein' hard in the rap game
'Cuz on the streets I'm the Don-mega
A rider from k**er Cali and I'm sayin' f** whateva
Chorus:
How can you roll in California
With all that disrespect and not get wet?
This Compton, Cali where the saga begun
And motherf**er we ain't done yet
How can you roll with all that disrespect
In California and not get wet?
This Compton, Cali where the saga begun
And motherf**er we ain't done yet
[Dresta]
I'm goin' out on the first rapper blabbin' at the mouth
And if you try to hide from me n***a
I'm gafflin' your spouse (come here b**h)
You cannot run from what has been done from day one
My words spread like plague and tread like lead in the wind
So holla holla if you really got a problem
Meet the problem solver, chrome .44 revovler
In fact I'm packin' my strap this very minute
Usin' 2Pac image, I'm feenin' 100 pecent to blaow
Yo style is blaow-ted, n***as thinkin' you wild
I know you thinkin' f** Dresta, but never thinkin' out loud
You little b**h a** wannabe thug with baby muscles
Me and Mausberg gonna muscle you bustas outta your hustle
Compton, California is original
Most popular thugged-out nation where riders never vacation
I stay packin' the floor thinkin' of more ways to gaffle your b**h up and spit you down in four ways
Chorus
[Mausberg]
I'm still sayin' f** y'all, realest until I fall
Pistol packin' car jackin' rider 'til I back on some extreme sh**
Leavin' the car full of rappers leakin'
Got my fly on, so f** them old people peekin'
I'm tired of rap n***as goin' Hollywood
And running off at the mouth and wanna kick it like its all good
I'm the superior, super spaced-out on cloud nine
Hash and mushrooms got a n***a mind
And ain't no tellin' when I might go pop
Fifty cal layin' n***as down, only one shot
My book is full of heavy hitters
Thrashers and ready to mash ya on commadn on Maus master
Y'all n***as don't want no contact with me
Three and fifty pounds sweepin' n***as off they feet
I'mma hit ya like vehicular manslaughter
Underground, but we prefer to call it underwater
Chorus x2