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๐Ÿ‘ค Terrace Martin feat. Problem โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Signal Flow โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:41
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West coast!
Dogg pound
Dippin down green leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Good day LA, it's time to get back at 'em
The West Coast renaissance
You can smell it in the air, feel the ambiance
I'm an Eastside nigga on these Westside streets

Don't get cute and try to trip, we ain't scared homie
We well prepared to turn your man to your dead homie
Terrace, you better tell 'em where you found me
Westside Compton, whole city's behind me
Rap captain's like, four cities behind me
A young grimy, crimey, with the mind of an I.V
League student, I stack and regroup and hit the Benz lot
Drop some stacks and leave coupin
Hit the hood, bent off yak and lean stupid
N.W.A, it's easy to be Ruthless
You wanna be a baller, I'm eager to be hoopin
Getaway driver, I'm gassin while he's shootin
Tail pipe Putin, I'm racin to the finish
Westside Popeye, ain't shit without the spinach
You bring it to the illest, wherever you at
Step out, and watch your boy Mayweather the track, shit
It's out of town, Dolla $ign P
And I don't ride beats, I make beats ride me
All around sound for the riches
Do it for the hood and make songs for the bitches, yeah
Comptown sponsor, fuck what you think
Shit Kurupt told a nigga I'm a monster, I'm good

Hey man, we gon' chill out man
T, T you gettin on me, I got it
Okay, yeah

You're witnessin somethin for the ages
Outrageous, contagious, spontaneous combustion
Eruption of corruption and verbal destruction
Fuck it, my blood's pumpin, I'm amped up 'bout to act up
The main state, dynamite like JJ
Send K strays where your brain lay
Mayday, mayday, we need to see the light
And to keep it 100, DMX was right
Niggas ain't bustin, niggas way frail
Niggas not fresh, niggas way stale
No substance, just watch what you write
Chucks on, but ain't never seen the block in your life
Popped locks, served rocks, green and straight white
For straight nights, non-stop mind block from them fuckin late nights
And did dirt that can have you on the cell block
Or seen your man take a head shot, left shell shocked
Honest, I admit it was bold
But again, let's be real, most these pictures is hoes
And supposed black leaders tryin to destroy and discredit
Us, instead of blamin that motherfucker who said it
Hush, be quiet, different time, different group y'all
Y'all had Malcolm X, shit, we got Snoop Dogg
So I'mma yell (beitch) while I'm smokin that bomb
Baby girl you only one if you respond, c'mon

Yeah Problem
Aight man, it's your homeboy Terrace Martin man
Well fuck it nigga, I mean you said some shit, I'mma say some shit
Nah I ain't gon' bust, but I'mma say a few words that maybe
I don't give a fuck who relate, I relate, fuck that
I'mma say this

Imus, you can suck a dick
Imus, you can suck a dick
Chicka chicka, George Bush
Bush, you can suck a dick
George Bush, you can suck a dick
Chicka chicka, Al Sharpton
Uh, you can suck a dick
Al Sharpton, you can suck a dick
Chicka chicka, everybody, that's tryin to take food out my kid's mouth
Y'all can all suck a dick nigga
Aight Oprah, aight Oprah baby, Oprah
Call me baby, call me, you know
I tell you what, why don't you come down to the motherfuckin ghetto
You feel what I'm sayin?
Why don't you put some money in my neighborhood?
Oh no no no no, I tell you what
Why don't you put some money in your motherfuckin neighborhood?
You see what I'm sayin?
Yeah yeah, it ain't us, it's y'all
Everybody that's criticizin, dissin what the fuck we do
Y'all can eat a dick
That also goes for these wack ass motherfuckin MC's out here
That think that they the motherfuckin shit
These wack ass producers, y'all can eat a dick too nigga
And if you take it offensive nigga, you can suck me nigga
And you know where to find me nigga
All through the motherfuckin Slauson Swap Meet
Or all up in your bitch nigga
Corner brothers, Dogg motherfuckin House
Jaki Music Group, Derangein motherfuckin Entertainment bitch
Yeah you know my name, T-E-R-R-A-C-E, M-A-R-T-I-N bitch yeah
Daddy from Harlem, momma from Crenshaw bitch
You know what it do
Whassup Big D, whassup Young Ward, whassup Maestro
Whassup Kurupt, whassup Baby Unc?
Yeah nigga you know what it do
Call me nigga, area code 646-373
You still ain't got my number, BEITCH!

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