"West Coast '96" lyrics
KXNG Crooked Lyrics
The year was '96, yeah
And a bunch of the biggest records hit
I ain't give a fuck, young Crook was spittin' better shit
What I'm 'posed to do? Say it was you, nah, never shit
It's always me and the home team, and what we represent (Long Beach)
We took it to where it never been
Pushin' through this industry with G's, better let us in
I was that nuclear weapon, rappers are dead again
What you used to do on them features?
I was beheadin' men
What about the cyphers?
I made sure they would never win
Eloquent, poetic, intelligence, better with evidence
Heads'll get severed quick, the president's set with malevolence
Veterans didn't wanna rap with me, that shit was evident
Crooked I, names start circulatin', no compilations
Wooey tie, I elbow my way in the conversations
I had some meetings, with labels ended up in confrontation
Told me rap ain't about skill, it's about compensation
Complicated raps don't be hittin' on the charts, nigga
Forget the art, what you tryin' be a smart nigga?
Disappointed, I started drinkin' hard liquor
Finger on my motherfuckin' trigger, West Coast nights
All y'all niggas, y'all some bitches
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, stick 'em up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
To all y'all niggas, y'all some bitches (Y'all some bitches)
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, give it up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
Now I got a baby girl and another one's on the way
Got priced out my city, found a place in L.A
We was living in the same building, they filmed Training Day
Living in other hoods too, baby mama had section eight
Niggas lootin' and futin', gang shootin' in broad day
Nothin' to a East Sider, I was raised the same way
But I was a young ass father, I prayed I could make a play
Then I met Tupac in Larrabee West, Studio A
Dapped him up, that's what's up, that's enough, amp me up
Then I got down with the Dogg Pound, Snoop, Daz, Kurupt
Signed my first major record deal, the money was addin' up
In September, Pac died, the Coast was sad as fuck
I always had guns, I always had them tucked
But when Makaveli died, I felt like I ain't have enough
'Cause don't nobody love you, niggas fakin' the funk
Fuck the world, I'ma take what I want, West Coast '96
All y'all niggas, y'all some bitches
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, stick 'em up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
To all y'all niggas, y'all some bitches (Y'all some bitches)
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, give it up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
West Coast '96
And a bunch of the biggest records hit
I ain't give a fuck, young Crook was spittin' better shit
What I'm 'posed to do? Say it was you, nah, never shit
It's always me and the home team, and what we represent (Long Beach)
We took it to where it never been
Pushin' through this industry with G's, better let us in
I was that nuclear weapon, rappers are dead again
What you used to do on them features?
I was beheadin' men
What about the cyphers?
I made sure they would never win
Eloquent, poetic, intelligence, better with evidence
Heads'll get severed quick, the president's set with malevolence
Veterans didn't wanna rap with me, that shit was evident
Crooked I, names start circulatin', no compilations
Wooey tie, I elbow my way in the conversations
I had some meetings, with labels ended up in confrontation
Told me rap ain't about skill, it's about compensation
Complicated raps don't be hittin' on the charts, nigga
Forget the art, what you tryin' be a smart nigga?
Disappointed, I started drinkin' hard liquor
Finger on my motherfuckin' trigger, West Coast nights
All y'all niggas, y'all some bitches
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, stick 'em up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
To all y'all niggas, y'all some bitches (Y'all some bitches)
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, give it up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
Now I got a baby girl and another one's on the way
Got priced out my city, found a place in L.A
We was living in the same building, they filmed Training Day
Living in other hoods too, baby mama had section eight
Niggas lootin' and futin', gang shootin' in broad day
Nothin' to a East Sider, I was raised the same way
But I was a young ass father, I prayed I could make a play
Then I met Tupac in Larrabee West, Studio A
Dapped him up, that's what's up, that's enough, amp me up
Then I got down with the Dogg Pound, Snoop, Daz, Kurupt
Signed my first major record deal, the money was addin' up
In September, Pac died, the Coast was sad as fuck
I always had guns, I always had them tucked
But when Makaveli died, I felt like I ain't have enough
'Cause don't nobody love you, niggas fakin' the funk
Fuck the world, I'ma take what I want, West Coast '96
All y'all niggas, y'all some bitches
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, stick 'em up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
To all y'all niggas, y'all some bitches (Y'all some bitches)
Put your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
This a lick, give it up, nigga, I don't give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin' hands in the air (In the air)
West Coast '96
