Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Chris Goodman, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Craig Miller, Calvin Broadus, A Tyler, Marcus Burns
You in the War Zone, yeah, THX
I wanna go universal one time, man
I wanna talk to the whole world, man
'Cause, 'cause I know niggaz
I know niggaz feel this shit, man, e'rywhere, man
Don't matter where you at
You gotta feel this cuz, trip
If you see the police, don't stop
You got your heat on the seat, don't stop
My nigga ball 'til you fall, don't stop
And break a bitch like a law, don't stop
My nigga get yo' cash, don't stop
Oh, you keep the stash in the dash? Don't stop
Oh, you like to scrape and crawl? Don't stop
Well, we do it with no breaks at all, don't stop
Yeah, okay, yeah, don't stop, don't quit
You don't wanna get dropped? Don't pop no shit
I'm tellin' niggaz now, off top, real spit
Like it or not, we who you got to deal wit
Geah, we at your service
You in the War Zone now, so don't be nervous
And it don't stop
Everybody drop shit bottom to the top
They want me to stop 'cause I been goin' hard on them lately
And I feel raisin' my right hand sayin', "Motherfucker, don't make me
Slap ya ass for not bringin' back the cash
Now do it with no breaks, trick and get it real fast"
One of you niggaz gon' feel these bullets
Six cannons, loaded, cock and pull it
West gang, ridin' out, that's all we do
West gang, nigga, I ain't gotta explain it to you, let's bang
Yeah, if you gettin' down to the sound, don't stop
If you gotta dump a few rounds, don't stop
If some punk clown flags you down, don't stop
If you don't come from the town, don't stop
If you tryna hang with the gang, don't stop
If you makin' money tryna slang, don't stop
If the neighborhood's where you hang, don't stop
If bustin' shots is yo' thang, don't stop
Look, what'chu tryna do, my nigga?
E'rything you talkin' 'bout, I been through my nigga
I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G.
War Zone motherfucker in the midst of the streets
Geah, you get it and go
When the boys roll past, you're lettin' 'em know
Heat in the waistband, gang of tattoos
Compton, Eiht don't stop for you fools
Won't stop, learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief
Now getcha ass in my way, I'm snatchin' you up by your lil' briefs
Now rock twice and do your hand like this
If you not, then stop representin' this gangsta shit
So we bangs the clip, the main West G spot
Compton, Long Beach, S.E. Watts
Where niggaz is more sick, more dumb, more gone
Trick, you know where I'm from, the War Zone
If you see the police, don't stop
You got your heat on the seat, don't stop
My nigga ball 'til you fall, don't stop
And break a bitch like a law, don't stop
My nigga get yo' cash, don't stop
Oh, you keep the stash in the dash? Don't stop
Oh, you like to scrape and crawl? Don't stop
Well, we do it with no breaks at all, don't stop
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