Spider Loc

[Spider Loc]
This bitch boy can not see me
Listen to the way I rhyme
On the streets I got that easy
This West Coast is mine
I got a hundred young niggaz wit me hollerin 2 cs
Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 ps
I smashed in the 90s and I run into 2 gs
You aint a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees
You hurricane stompin with the flame bandana
In Compton they say you used to glaze Santana
You gave that up, and really start trippin
And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin?
You did change your heart, and now its Piru
On DVD talkin like the downest Damu
But Doja, you know just as well as I do
The truth is the story that you tell is not true
Doja be in a gang for the last few years
And tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears
Stop the frontin You aint wit the funken at all
You really aint nuttin more than dunkin a ball
Rev Riders Red Rags
Everybody knowin you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin
You aint got no background you talk about T.V.
If it aint about Tupac, Its all about Easy
If it aint about Easy, Its all about Fif and the Unit
I wonder whos listenin to it
Jumped on Dres dick and do nuttin to Yucmouth
Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden
Ive come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded
How the Fuckd you get me started
But a war with the Loc, you dont wanna try that
You steady goin broke and gettin butterfly tats
When Fosen died you lost ya G side
And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride
And they said no bullshit, its on fo real
You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil
Oh Im from, thats just how the politics go
I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe
Im a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow
In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow
You dont know, where Im from
You dont know, where you from
You can catch me in the Yukon hittin on fire
Or pushin up century, gettin head from Mya
And I dont really wanna let the Tec speak
So Bitch Boy, check your technique
And while your at that check the streets good
The Eastside Riders dont fuck with Eastwood
You just a bad look for the Dymus
Tight drawers saggin, hatin ya high school
G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider
Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!"
Im from the most gang and I flow tighter
Take back the Bentleys, go get a ghost rider
Jacion callin for peace
he said it his self, you should call the police
If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, Ima EC banger with G-Unit chips
I can tell that you hate it alot
But Ima stay on top, if ya hate it or not
[ Bitch Boy Lyrics ]