[Verse 1: Time Bomb]

I'm from the S-O-U-T-H Side of C.A., why they try to P.H. 

Still hit 'em up with that E.A., G-A to the N-G-S-T-A

So fuck them other N-I-double-G-A's

Hate the po-po's and kill the D.A. 

Hang with my crew, blue strings in my shoes

Mary jane and some loot, while we swangs in the coupe

I'm addicted to mackin' hoes; tracks and flows

Crenshaw Boulevard, back and forth

L.A.'s finest, and L.A.'s behind us

Gangstas, hoochies, esés, and heínas

D's still twistin', low-low's still hoppin'

Gangsta shit still droppin', Crenshaw still poppin'

Gang signs throwin' up, bodies still showin' up

And oh yeah – Time Bomb still blowin' up, beotch

[Interlude]

(L.A.C.)

And you got L.A. Confidential

Up in the place to be!

Ride, ride with me

[Hook: Butch Cassidy]

Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me

I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G

Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard

Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served

[Verse 2: Slip Capone]

You know the gangstaz hang, gangstaz bang

And gangstaz slang, it's just a gangsta thang

Cause gangstaz dip and some gangstaz trip

I'm the gangsta Slip and this Gangsta Crip

I used to bump Brotha Lynch and Ganksta Nip

Cause wasn't nobody else up on that gangsta tip

Gangstaz smoke sherm and gangstaz rock perms

Gangstaz don't listen and gangstaz don't learn

Gangstaz rock braids and gangsta jheri curls

Gangstaz gon' take over the world

Gangstaz go to jail but gangstaz skip bail

Gangstaz make mail, a gangsta won't ever fail

Gangstaz - gon' stay on top

Because a gangsta gon' make the gangsta shit pop

Just lounge homeboy, you in the gangsta zone

Hawthorne, California where the gangstaz roll

[Hook: Butch Cassidy]

Let's all roll, throw it up if you're with me

I'm so cold, who am I but stayin' G

Tha Dogg Pound spreads the word, I know y'all heard

Please take heed when I speak or you'll get served

[Verse 3: Jayo Felony]

My nigga Slip is a gangsta

But cuhz, I'm a hoodsta or hood star

And I'm takin' the hood far

Little C-riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags

Smokin' the bomb and fluid and keep dumpin' on you fags

I heard and seen it all, I'm hopin' I ball

Keep on lickin' them loco nuts until I get Crip balls

I'm still strivin', yea, you worried about what I'm drivin'?

Your bitch needs to give me more pedal to the floor

Fuck a Navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room

If you can't do that, nigga give me room

Had a ???? '89, but see your bitch made me mines

See them motherfuckin' rims on that brand new Benz? bitch they be mine

For mine I did the crime, had to run from one-time

And you bet I can't fit my dick all in your mouth at one time

I fuck your mammi in the butt and Crip Walk on your liver

While I'm rich rollin' on a river, bitch

[Verse 4: Knoc-Turn'al]

Caught up in a land of hard times, back off mine

Mash while pushin' a hard line

A hard cat, with hard raps and hard rhymes

I hardly pay attention to rats

But my mind says hard dick served to a bitch ain't no crime

Cook soft dope to hard dimes

Chicken - by the way I flip mine

I hard hit and grip like canines

I target hard heads with no spine

March in and start to take mine

Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine

Off hard liqour it's hard to unwind

Knoc-turn'al comes through in overtime

When I die build me a shrine

I'm as - hard as hard can get

In my mind I ain't begun to spit yet, and until that time -

[Outro: Butch Cassidy]

Let's throw it up, throw it up , let 'em know

Out in the West, represent, let it go

Let's throw it up, throw it up , let 'em know

Out in the West, represent, let it go

(L-L-L.A.C.)