Suga Free - The Re-Birth lyrics

[Intro: Mausberg] {*DJ Quik on talkbox*} {Won't you come back} West Coast, uh, f** it {Won't you come back... for me} Saccs, Westbound n***a Chevrelane for life and uh {Won't you come back} We breakin' backs in this motherf**er {Won't you come back... for me} Westside n***a, Eastside n***a, c'mon [Mausberg] Is y'all ready for 'Berg to attack and self destruct? I'm the realest n***a and I don't give a f** Kam got my back, and we gon' ride on you bustas Take the crown back, that's on the funk, we some hustlers Where my doggs at, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout Now where my locs at, throw it up and shout it out West Coast back on the map with that Realizm Who wanna test me, from the shoulders I'm ill with 'em Breakin' backs, doin' my thing, get my grind on Lyrical vet with a threat, get my shine on f** a hater, feed him catfish with big bones Sheppard Lane gang for life, n***a the drama on Rough rugged and raw, breakin' n***as off Physical and lyrical n***a, the 'Berg the Boss I'll be damned if I let you n***as hold me down No retreat, no surrender 'til I bring home the crown with Kam [Chorus] - X 2 Where my Westside n***as at, throw your dubs up We've been down for too long, now the time's up co*k me back and let me go So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast [Kam] I shake a soundtrack and make the ground crack Break it down for the black and brown, let's take the crown back Got the Mausberg racker, it's sure to droppin' ya Me and my n***a like the Trenchcoated Mafia A hard copy, and I love to squeeze triggers Want your jaw hit? Ah sh**, here come these n***as Swervin' in buckets, servin' them s**as These n***as ain't deservin' them duckets, they nervous of ruckus f**ers can't stand me, cause I'm off the receiver You know what, I can't stand y'all neither Run up on 'em like a fiend for whoever I'll put the drama to Need they temperature took, my foot the thermometer I'm bangin' with this, now what that West 'bout? f** a tin cup, I'm walkin' with my chin up and chest out Gotta keep my dogg Mausberg in a muzzle Before we f** your head up like a crossword puzzle [Chorus] - X 2 Where my Westside n***as at, throw your dubs up We've been down for too long, now the time's up co*k me back and let me go So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast [Mausberg] There the crown go, grab it, cause I ain't lettin' it go The West Coast 'bout to ride for sure It's been a long time, but now we representin' Westbound 2-2-0, Quik, Saccs and the Dogg Pound All my real n***as who ride with me Throw your dub up n***a, Westside with me From the hood up to the Bay West Coast love for E-40 and 4-Tay in a real way But I ain't finished yet, let me drop the boo-yow Lyrical sh** to make you feel me now Y'all ain't knowin' bout that Non Fic' Throw your fist in the sky, puff a pimp and grab your dick sh**, the West Coast be the bombest And it's ironic you n***as ain't knowin' bout the chronic All my n***as love to ride and jack But we the chosen ones that gon' take the crown back [Chorus] - X 4 Where my Westside n***as at, throw your dubs up We've been down for too long, now the time's up co*k me back and let me go So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast