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late nite - wc & daz dillinger lyrics

[intro: wc & daz]
daz: sup dub?
wc: sup daz? you know what we are right?
daz: real g sh-t you know what i’m saying?
wc: god d-mn right. still. what we call it n-gga?
daz: westcoast! all day n-gga. yeah. c’mon!

[hook]
(still)
[eazy-e] poppin out a light on a late nite. fire up a phillie blunt to get my head right
[2pac] rolling in my 500 benz
[dr. dre] in the home of drivebys and ak-matics

[verse 1: daz dillinger]
i rep this city of angels, wearing round locos, dulo and bangya
built off the anger
attracted to the danger, i love the drama on what it brings
drug rank, the game seem like a still of jeans
but allusion n-ggas losin’, that’s how it goes down
conclusion ain’t losin’, when i dump those rounds, at ya clowns (ha ha ha ha)
homie don’t play that, from then and down now, n-gga og playback (og n-gga!)
sit back relax, smoke one, let me drive
glide though the coastal region, atmosphere, (dead and alive?)
weed in the air, dubs up, n-gga burn the rubber
life ain’t fair but take that motherf-ckers
show them how to come and go then run up they can die slow
hold court in the street, n-gga f-ck the po-po
(?) was stuck in my ways, i can’t change
worldwide, n-ggas dyin’ for the same old thangs

[hook](2x)

[verse 2: wc]
the s to o to the u-t-h c-e-n-t-r-a-l
got me turnt on, a n-gga, it ain’t ha-a-ard to tell
from the way i bail
i’m from the capital l
a, and you can tell from the way my weed sme-e-ell
i try to shake it, but i’m in the (deep sorrow?)
from back then when them busters threw led on my car
so i cope the automatic, ya, the avoid the close caskets
enemies, and all these thirsty–ss ratchets
never put your trust in
the cemetery is full of n-ggas who thought that b-tch was they best friend
but not me, n-ggas told me, i bang on my loney
keep my thang on me, cuz every homie ain’t a homie
and all day and late night the bud get lit
and even though its f-cked up, n-gga i love the sh-t
it ain’t a shame, it’s the real n-gga
f-ck what’s right
from my hood to your hood, you know whats up tonight

[hook](2x)

[verse 3: wc]
roll the ammo
good with handles
pack like rambo, hit the back of the part then gamble
california, better keep ya pistol on ya
cuz every n-gga down to shoot ya like christopher dorner
let the bullets lash out (uh)
pull the rags on em
rollin wit’ d-a-z and dub-c in the gl-sshouse
and pay homage when you see them fingers swaging
ain’t a d-mn thang change, but we know what we claiming

[verse 4: daz dillinger]
we the west coaster
double barrels in the holster
ferocious, up on a beotch so you know so
blow the roof down
shut it down so quick
by the end of the night, we gone f-ck your b-tch (beotch)
said sh-t that should’ve come from free dues, get paid
ain’t afraid, point-blank sh-t get fade
made an example what n-gga, how you down with
west coast mentality is what its k!lled with

[hook](2x)

[outro]
daz: yeah, west coast gangsta sh-t, dub
wc: nothin’ less, n-gga
daz: yeah, uh
wc: ha ha ha, can’t f-ck wit’ this
daz: b-tch!

- wc daz dillinger lyrics

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