WC & Daz Dillinger - Late Nite lyrics

[Intro: Wc & Daz] Daz: Sup Dub? WC: Sup Daz? You know what we are right? Daz: Real G sh** you know what I'm saying? WC: God damn right. Still. What we call it n***a? Daz: Westcoast! All day n***a. Yeah. C'mon! [Hook] (Still) [Eazy-E] Poppin out a light on a late nite. Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right [2Pac] Rolling in my 500 Benz [Dr. Dre] In the home of drivebys and ak-matics [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] I rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya Built off the anger Attracted to the danger, I love the drama on what it brings Drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans But allusion n***as losin', that's how it goes down Conclusion ain't losin', when I dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha) Homie don't play that, from then and down now, n***a OG playback (OG n***a!) Sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive Glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?) Weed in the air, dubs up, n***a burn the rubber Life ain't fair but take that motherf**ers Show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow Hold court in the street, n***a f** the po-po (?) was stuck in my ways, I can't change Worldwide, n***as dyin' for the same old thangs [Hook](2x) [Verse 2: WC] The S to O to the U-T-H C-E-N-T-R-A-L Got me turnt on, a n***a, It ain't ha-a-ard to tell From the way I bail I'm from the capital L A, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell I try to shake it, but I'm in the (deep sorrow?) From back then when them busters threw led on my car So I cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets Enemies, and all these thirsty-a** ratchets Never put your trust in The cemetery is full of n***as who thought that b**h was they best friend But not me, n***as told me, I bang on my loney Keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain't a homie And all day and late night the bud get lit And even though its f**ed up, n***a I love the sh** It ain't a shame, it's the real n***a f** what's right From my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight [Hook](2x) [Verse 3: WC] Roll the ammo Good with handles Pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble California, better keep ya pistol on ya Cuz every n***a down to shoot ya like Christopher Dorner Let the bullets lash out (uh) Pull the rags on em Rollin wit' D-A-Z and Dub-C in the gla**house And pay homage when you see them fingers swaging Ain't a damn thang change, but we know what we claiming [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] We the west coaster Double barrels in the holster Ferocious, up on a BEOTCH so you know so Blow the roof down Shut it down so quick By the end of the night, we gone f** your b*tch (beotch) Said sh** that should've come from free dues, get paid Ain't afraid, point-blank sh** get fade Made an example what n***a, how you down with West coast mentality is what its k**ed with [Hook](2x) [Outro] Daz: Yeah, west coast gangsta sh**, Dub WC: Nothin' less, n***a Daz: Yeah, uh WC: ha ha ha, can't f** wit' this Daz: b*tch!