Straight Out the Hardwood Feat. @GhostOfPac

Intro

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Verse 1

Rollin through the hub

Chrome spinning like a dizzy dream

Locals showin love

Palm trees swaying low on the west side

I feel it

I need it

I want it

Sippin on that cold juice beneath the summer haze

Pre-Chorus

Everything is golden in the sunlight

Windows down while the system bangs

Cruising till the stars arrive

Chorus

Coming straight out the hardwood

Straight out the hardwood

Straight out the hardwood

Straight out the hardwood

Verse 2

Stash it in the seat

Six deep inside the Cadillac

Feeling all that heat

Looking for a way to beat the heavy block

Moving steady

Moving fast

Moving clean

Cali breeze is brushing past the tired neighborhood

Pre-Chorus

Everything is golden in the sunlight

Windows down while the system bangs

Cruising till the stars arrive

Chorus

Coming straight out the hardwood

Straight out the hardwood

Straight out the hardwood

Straight out

Verse 1

Straight out the hardwood

Got a pistol won't hesitate to smoke you

Me and Snoop the west the best

Run shit like we the Roman Empire

Fuck with us? Better off retiring

Motherfucka think he cold I'm the blizzard

Pyrex precision when I flip the scriptures

Slug from the low end kiss your liver

Nigga talkin' loud in my direction

Duck before the percussion meets your inflection

Compton raised me street cred raised the stakes

Every line I lace leave the town in a haze

Fuck the world and the ones who misjudge

Real niggas bleed for the soil in the mud

Death Row throne I built with sweat and sin

Every bar a bullet motherfucka I'm the Glock

Snoop's on the beat I'm the venom in the socket

West side flag never fold never pocket

You claim the set but you never left the porch

I was searchin' for a body when I learned to walk

Hustle in my marrow hunger in my pores

Multiply the pain now I break down doors

Turn your whole career to a shadow of a real thug

One verse from me make your whole discography look shook

Verse 2

Nigga wanna test my patience bulletproof ego

Threats bounce off me like a bullet to a bulletproof vest

You a fixture on the corner I'm a fixture in the lore

Difference is my legacy got bodies on the floor

Motherfuckin' pressure got me sharper than the set

Every step I take build a mountain from regret

They counted me out before my first breath

Now they count the digits off the sweat I left

You rehearse your lines I was born with the script

Accidental genius? Nah motherfucka I just hit

The sweet spot between terror and genius

Call it West Coast doctrine call it pain religion

Fuck you in advance for the ones who doubted

When the whole world hated still I stood my ground and shouted

California love until my lungs collapse

Every scar I earned wrap it in the flag

Niggas wear the colors but they never paid the dues

I done bled for everything that nigga claims he choose

Fuck a handshake I'm drawn on my laurels

My whole existence is a war with no morals

Catch me in the booth sharpened like a shank

You can study all my life but you can't fill the tank

Soak it in motherfucka this is scripture in the flesh

Two verses from the West that'll leave the whole rest blessed