Suga Free : We From Pomona and we finna drop this ol' dope shit right here

Verse 1: Check it , I came to rip it in a second

Rappers meetin their death wish spittin'bars that's impressive

I've been selective with emcees cause it's too many

They disrespect the art weak bars would just offend me

And to my city i promise that we gon' do it

I have to prove it cause these haters acting so foolish

I've been the coolest, student, before I was in school and

And I ain't gotta bang it to show you to grip a tool man

So step back cause nigga's wack and they stealin' raps

I'm kickin' flavor to these haters like im craig mack

Yo favorite rapper's dead wack tell em Eminem

(Eminem: You wacker then the monthafucka you bit yo style from)

Uhh!

I kick it raw like eddie murphy you haven't learned see

Im school rappers so hot that you might feel the burning

I swear im soning emcees thats word out to my mother

Then i guess im that mothafucka mothafucka

Hook:

I said im sick of these so called rappers and gangstas

Niggas playa hate but we the true playas

Im sick of these so called rappers and gangstas

All these playas fake we the true playas

Hip hop !!! (echoes)

*Gunshot*

Straight out pomona mothafucka

Verse 2 :

Snoop Dogg : From the P O M O N A

Where all the blocks look like friday they bangin on people

You know the steelo niggas steady thinkin' they Deebo

We go fuckin harder than 3 hoes trynna sell they choochie

For loot seen up on East Holt

And on the west they bangin 357 the gun and the set and

This Pomona, what you expecting

Bet these Crips stay equipped with mack tens or elevens

But i ain't wearing blue or red and im all about my bread and

I'm on San Antonio watching crack heads fight

Over a cart full of cans they collected all night

Man it's Cholos all around Bloods is 456

I hope you got yo clips if you gon' talk you shit and

I know the crime rate is higher than last years

Niggas is thinkin faster trynna blast ya man

I pray to God that i make it on the TV

Cause i've been hearing gunshots while workin' on my cd's

Feel that its only just a matter of time for I adapt to the crime

Im finna cop me a nine and i ain't lying

(Hook)

Verse:

This ain't Diamond Bar nigga this is Pomona

Where them gang signs thrown on the wrong street

You's a goner

Niggas getting smoked like marijuana

And hoes walk on Holt on every corner

Who trynna get they dick suck, these hoes on the blade to get bucks

And these Pimps dont even give fucks

Nigga I was raised by my momma

She didn't ask my dad for a dollar

She wanted my ass to be a scholar but i failed tho

Only child bailed tho

Will i ever make it only time could fuckin tell tho

Niggas started robbing and hitting licks

Running in your mothafuckin crib

Better know i want yo mothafuckin shit

If this album dont blow, then it ain't no more

If dont get this dough ,then i can't go tour

Alot niggas wanna work, but they can't no more

Alot of niggas want a verse, but it ain't no more

Man im just being honest these rappers dont really got it

I was passing cd's where niggas could get shot quick

They slangin crack on the block a block away from the coppers

Gangstas stay wit a chopper spray yo body with copper

Hoes get played like arcades no time to parlay

So we gon' get this dough or we part ways