[Intro: Natia The God]
To my West LA grimy n***as
Yeah, word up
To all my South Central rowdy n***as
Word up
To all my West LA grimy n***as
Graffiti writers, word up
To my gang bangers, word up
f**ing criminals, ayo
[Verse 1: Natia The God]
Don't tell me to relax b**h
You more attractive when I'm mad, b**h
[?] Never walk through my pa**age
Natias vocabulary is ma**ive
Attacking motherf**ers who carry paper or plastic
Not the baggage in grocery baskets
I'm tryna see more white then f**ing alaskans
f** buying sh**
We see what the f** we like and grab it
See it, now you don't, like a magic rabbit
Natia is Bob Saget became a crack addict
Half baked in a full house, learning mathematics
Where's my weed? I think Brad has it
Flushed it down the toilet and said it's a bad habit
Got me more heated, before Shaq had it
Directed the body, thanks to lab practice
Pickpocketing so much I got fast at it
Renaissance rappers in a Black Sabbath
[Hook: Natia The God]
To all my West LA grimy n***as
Bang your gang, ride your crew, do what the f** you do
To all my South Central rowdy n***as
Peel wigs, k** sh**, cuz you can't find it in you to feel sh**
To all my West LA grimy n***as
Bang your gang, ride your crew, do what the f** you do
To all my South Central rowdy n***as
Peel wigs, k** pigs, cuz you can't find it in you to feel sh**
[Outro: Natia The God]
Ray dog word up
Ayo, Anyone word up, scrindog word up
Monolee word up, raymundo word up, warm brew word up
k**er n***as word up
Emily word up, f** you
Vubudee word up, Love 32 word up
Crunchy black word up
Big black word up, fat mac word up
Inglewood west up