Fall (feat. chris star)

See, I was told if I start a revolution
Targets get put on your back cause there's no way to evolution
See, I'm not one of these niggas salutin' your pollution
But I love the way we movin', West Coast and while we cruisin'
The flat top was the battlegrounds
And them fuck niggas couldn't come around
And the pretty girls, they was jockin' it
And the rat tail, I was rockin' it, yeah
OG's kept the street corners locked
With a pistol on they waist and some nickles in a sock
This was back in '04, seen a nigga get his top
Blown all over the store where my mom and dad shop
Got caught up in a load that the homie Nutty cop
'87 four-door but the engine always stop
We wasn't trippin', bitch we drive it like it's hot
Like a diamond in the back with the sunroof top
These girls, the women, they wearin', corner strippers
To pimpin' the bitches that's flippin' the trick figures
It's crazy on the motherfuckin' west side
Your shoe strings red or blue then you might die (let's go!)
It's funny how they offer up genocide
Like they givin' us a gift just to stay alive (they do!)
Greed probably set the stories you was ever told

All these streets, all these streets they know
All these streets, all these streets they know
All these streets, all these streets they know
All these streets, all these streets they know
All these streets, all these streets they know
Seein' all these streets, they know
Seein' all these streets, they know
All these streets, all these streets, all these streets they know