L.A. Posse - L.A. Posse lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Breeze ] It's time to rhyme, keep it in mind I'm gifted With the strength to go the length and if it's Rough enough to keep the crowd in a standstill They catch contact from a rhyme that's ill You heard some sation, wondered it's smoooth Done by one nation under a groove Rhymes I keep droppin em, s**ers I keep stoppin em P's I'm not poppin, attitudes I'm coppin em Speakin very clearly, so check the theory If I was a car you wouldn't have to steer me Plus in control, just let me roll on cruise None other can match cause they all catch the blues It's only ( ? ) but none else can blow smoother If you think you can grab a stand and prove to Me that you can and will, if not you sit and chill Visitin my pocket cause I fit the bill Position myself to go longer and stronger Bitin my words like you don't know who they belong to Puttin much emphasis while I empty this Rhyme down your ear, I'm sure you envy this I hook and sling, that's what it took to bring Back the old pastime, and if the last time My jam will slay, look who we have before us I think we had enough, Muff bust the chorus (L.A.) Posse (Californ-i-a) [ VERSE 2: Breeze ] Stop what you're doin, this is directed to you and Yours, hold your applause because I'm pursuin To be the best, and yes, what I'm sayin If the track was a cla**, I'd pa** with an A and Controlled I roll over s**ers who even claim to be On my tip, they even got the same name as me All you're doin is causin confusion I'm speakin to you frankly, you need to thank me I go for broke, my rhymes smoke like a joint Expressin myself with the help of a ballpoint Sit back, relax, in fact take notes Not only do I break hearts, I break hopes Could never be taken among those makin Jams, thinkin they slam but they're fakin Don't try to bite me or try to fight me Or take me lightly, all you do is excite me The beat is kickin so I'mma stomp this Rely on the sk** and the will to accomplish What I set out to do, and I bet that you Listen to the words and bust a step or two You had the audacity to ask of me To slow down when I throw down, so you can last with me Save the drama and all the sation You tried to riff, but not it's time to get dealt with (L.A.) Posse (Californ-i-a)