"Takeover" lyrics

You know, what we do we do because we have to do

Cypress block, we plotted the take over
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
To stay one we representing from them corners
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my niggas to some soldiers
Front line bodies that will die for the culture
So if you're with me let me hear you count it down
It goes
"One, fuck, three, two"

Raised in a place
No one thought was safe
Police made sure that no one could get away
From night to day I've been wild since the juvenile
Got that reckless match your necklace type of move around

And you could smell the lie cruisin' down the street
In my trunk I got the pounds movin' round to the beat
Guns by the feet for any contenders
Long barrel, short tempers, there's no surrender

See I was raised with that "So Cal" vocal
Where you could get choked out
At your neighborhood smoke out
Always roll 'round with homies that you hold down
And we all rep LA cause that's our hometown

But now its on
See the stages we control now
Go get your tickets we racking shit up in your town
Shots go off
Turn this shit into a ghost town
And catch a contact high as it goes 'round

Cypress block, we plotted the take over
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
To stay one we representing from them corners
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my niggas to some soldiers
Front line bodies that will die for the culture
So if you're with me let me hear you count it down
It goes
"One, fuck, three, two"

Since day one I rep for legalization
Show the nation how to roll a blunt
Put it in the rotation
So don't you go and get played like Playstations
I'm higher than space stations
Our minds in different places

Let my dogs out the cages
Armed and dangerous
Home of gang affiliations and altercation
You came to LA on a family vacation
And they pulled up on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum

Like give it up all that shit
Yeah give it up
They call me doctor green thumb
Because I got the mightest touch
Roll it and light it up
They call us the higher ups
Masters of the state
Take the crowd and divide 'em up

I'll grab the left and you go grab the right
They got a need for destruction
Sure, so let's just feed the their appetite
You shot to send the hater to his afterlife
And this kush will send your head up to the satellite

Cypress block, we plotted the take over
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
To stay one we representing from them corners
This is the return of The Hill
The wait's over
The street life has turned my niggas to some soldiers
Front line bodies that will die for the culture
So if you're with me let me hear you count it down
It goes
"One, fuck, three, two"