Artist: Daz Dillinger & WC Album: West Coast Gangsta Shit Song: Don't Call It a Comeback Typed by: Lil Hustle [WC] You can't fuck with this West Coast addict, trigger happy fanatic Skipping on em with the street sweeper, bust sporadic Rolling in a classic, fashion L.A. hat And with a pack of niggaz, that's way out and stay tatted Dub-C the shit, I'm in too deep to quit Fuck rapping, I live and breathe the script I took a second, stayed away from the scene Cause my dick is too big, for them cowardly jeans I'm a grown ass nigga, when 5-0 warn the slings So put the joker baby boy out, like Ving Rhames I Crip Walk, ride with a lean And stay with a pocket full of greens, supply like rings The Barracuda and Daz, house shoes on the gas What it do, you ain't gotta ask (nah) Don't call it a comeback, bitch we been here for years For them niggaz on the streets, with penitentiary tears [Chorus] (bang on) yeah, you know that thang that we kick (what we on), that West Coast gangsta shit (how long), you know that we just won't stop Don't call it a comeback, we run these blocks (bang on), you know the gang that we with (what we on), that West Coast gangsta shit (how long), you know that we just won't stop Don't call it a comeback, we run these blocks [Daz] What up, Daz is Dat Nigga Been doing this shit for years, pushing you to the rear Got them hundred spokes spinning, original authentic Knocking you niggaz out, society I'm a menace Uh you out your own, it's anything go scandalous You in trouble, with Long Beach and Los Angeles We can handle it, with street politics Asian, Mexican, Bloods, Crips Bout to dip through any hood, they know my face and my name Where I'm from, where my gang know I'm way insane Chitty bang-bang for life, yeah we Crip or we die Then we clash and collide, bam-bam homicide It's Daz and the Barracuda, Barracuda and Daz That's what it do, you ain't gotta ask (nigga) Don't call it a comeback, nigga we been here for years For the niggaz in streets, with penitentiary tears [Chorus] [Daz] We living legends in this gangsta rap, we West Coastin' Holding it down for our culture, and motherfucking homies The product of our vibe, and family tree NWA, got that and D.A.Z. I'm from the Eastside, Dub from the Westside This what you get, when you let two of the best ride Putting pressure up on these niggaz, I ain't letting up When I be representing, throwing it up [WC] You niggaz are R&B, and that stands for real bullshitters We R&G, real gangsta pulling triggers Barrel flashes, raising a bomb in y'all asses Skipping over you bastards, kicking over your caskets See keep the gun, that's automatic Cut off Khakis, with the strings hanging bumping the Dramatics Hood niggaz feeling us, back to put the steal in ya Look it's Dub Sheist, and the Dillinger nigga [Chorus] (*scratching*)