DJ Battlecat - Bounce, Rock, Golden State lyrics

West, South Central [Verse 1: Ras Ka**] If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin' Talk a gang of sh**, spit out my colon Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt Make you wanna go to the swap meet and buy a white t-shirt What's a G worth The turf we lurk was worth a G before my birth I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads 99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot And knees off, summertime swim in that real rugged piece off Then see y'all, let a n***a know What info gat, Beretta n***a know Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low Tryin' to extort you for yo dough That's a no, no Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show [Hook] Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, erase the line Make up ya mind and choose ya side Bounce, rock, Golden State From the place where the one time is known to hate What's right, what's wrong, cross the line Off everything I love, I'mma handle mine [Verse 2: Saafir] I'm sick of these punk a** po-po's Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo In the west-bound to DP To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now With choppers that spit them hollow point tips To get off that sh**, between they come and they lips I keeps it cause I heard the streets runnin' this sh** My n***a Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed, to the head Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with) I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with And if you from the pen then pesos and yen Even then them boys behind me The government poised but I got L's, gats, insurance And I'm ridin' with a decoy slumpin' The coast is clear, yo the roast is here [Hook] [Golden State Warriors] Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like Talk the street life, walk the street life Love the street life, live the street life By the street life, supply the street life Ride and stay tight, what's that life like [Verse 3: Xzibit] I could care less who was s**in' on the president's dick While me people formin' habits they can't kick Makin' me sick to my stomach And you can try to look away But everyday I'm reminded that we came from it We got our name from it I set the tone, loose chrome, flesh and bone And protect my own I ain't unique there's five million of us runnin' the streets And the rest is on lockdown for tryin' to hold the block down I gotta a right to be hostile Used to drink a little Henny and cool it Now I abuse it My only justice is when I lock, load, aim, and use it Smooth the trigga, fill the whole room with chamber music I know n***as that had it all and blew it Had like a big-body Mercedes so get into it Smash the gas pedal, heavy-metal It's the never-ending saga of God versus the Devil [Hook x2]