Some L.A. Niggaz
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
(West West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. niggas
L.A. niggas rule the world nigga
Y'all niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep game

Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A





That's how we ride

Overall Meaning

"Some L.A. Niggaz" by Dr. Dre is a rap song that celebrates the lifestyle of Los Angeles gangsters. MC Ren starts the song with a declaration that the L.A. gangsters are the best in the world before Dre takes over and raps about his life growing up in the city. The lyrics describe the gangs' criminal activities such as tagging, drinking, and smoking, as well as their love for hip hop and their connections to other gangsters around the world. The lyrics narrate the gang's violent culture, depicting their gang wars, shootouts with police officers, and their readiness to do anything to protect their territory. In summary, it is a classic gangster rap song that glorifies the violent, drug-infested lifestyle of the Los Angeles gangsters.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
MC Ren is present and accounted for


Yeah, L.A. niggas
The song will focus on this particular subgroup of people from Los Angeles


L.A. niggas rule the world nigga
L.A. niggas reign supreme


Y'all niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
You need to acknowledge this fact


Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
People are missing out


But this shit come all the way back around here
The attention will come back to this place


My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Dr. Dre is releasing great music


Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
You really need to comprehend this


L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world, nigga
L.A. niggas are networked globally


Recognize this; peep game
Pay attention to this


Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
When I was young, I used to wave flags


Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
I had graffiti gear and a gun


G'd up from the feet up
I was fully dressed in gang attire


Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I grew up
I grew up wearing blue (a color associated with the Crip gang)


Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
We'd consume substances and party hard until we vomited


At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
We used to tag buildings and attack people at Leimert Park


Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' school up
I'd skip school to cause havoc


You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
If you don't want to get shot, you'd better hide your weapon


But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Don't let your guard down, these guys will shoot you without hesitation


Now there's another motherfucker with no future
Another person with no prospects


But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
I'm better at navigating the gang landscape, and I'm skilled like a drug dealer from Cuba


Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover
I have members of different gangs following my lead, from the Disciples to the Hoover Crips


I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
My rap style is like NWA from Compton - raw and unbridled


Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
I smoke a lot of weed, and it's as powerful as the Hulk


Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
Be respectful, because there's going to be another great rap performance


From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Back when people ate Pop Rocks candy, I was already breakdancing


Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
Imagine Dr. Dre rapping with Tha Alkaholiks


And Hittman bought a fix
And the rapper Hittman came through with the talent


Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Relax, I'm going to blow things up with my skills


Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Listen for the countdown... BOOM!


Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Hold on, this is where the real rap begins... I'll tell it like it is


Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it
Marijuana and cocaine are not the same thing, get it straight


From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
We stay alert and ready for danger all day and night


The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
Our response to problems will be seriously violent


We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
We travel in large groups, smoke marijuana, drink alcohol, and carry guns


Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
These are the things you need to survive in Los Angeles


It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
The chase between us and the police never ends


Analyze why we act this way in L.A.!
Look at the reasons for why we behave like this in Los Angeles


Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
Give me the microphone, it's time for a West coast takeover


They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
They refer to me as Hitt because I rap aggressively like guns


Cock me back
I'm ready to unleash my talent and aggression


Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
I'll fire shots with my friends in the vicinity of Fairfax


Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
It's true that many people in the area used to wear Air Max shoes


But I grew up where niggas jack you, harass you
I grew up in an area where people would rob or threaten you


Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
They would shoot you if you represented a particular gang (which one are you from?)


Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
They'd attack you for your gold chain, whether it said Crip Killas or Blood Killas


Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a gang
Whether you represented blue (Crips) or red (Bloods), I belonged to a gang


I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
I was part of the group that would steal people's gold necklaces


My pants hang below my waistline
My pants are loose and sit below my hips


I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I may seem quiet, but I'm ready to fight


I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
I'll fight with fervor, like Vince Carter dunking from the baseline


Don't waste my time
Don't bother me with nonsense


Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
I don't care about fighting anyone who isn't packing a gun in dangerous California


One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Cops, beautiful weather, and attractive women are constantly present


Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
We eat Hawaiian food, shootings happen while driving by, and we ride in lowriders with hydraulic systems


I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
I grew up in a neighborhood called "What's the difference?"


Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
The guys from my neighborhood didn't try to become famous actors in Hollywood


Slugs for the fuck of it
We shoot guns just for fun


Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick
If you don't like us, you can go to hell


If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
If you touch anything of mine, you'll get killed


Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
My life is better than yours, I'm driving away while a prostitute is giving me oral sex


It's AvireX-to-the-Z
I am Xzibit from the label Avirex


Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV
If you mess with me, I'll ruin your career


Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
My songs are available on cassette tapes and CDs, I own all my music, it's all good


Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
We keep increasing in number, we don't die, and the streets don't lie about us


What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Just like the streets, I'll never die, I'm harmful to your well-being


Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself
I'm like putting a gun to your face and pulling the trigger on yourself


Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
At 5 in the morning, robbers come to my door


Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
I have a Glock handgun in my dresser


Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
If they come in, they'll get shot


Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
I associate with people who buy bottles of alcohol five at a time


And brew's by the case
And buy cases of beer at once


SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
We'll hit you with the heavy beat from Dr. Dre


Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
We consider ourselves royalty, sporting jewelry, and cars


Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
People who don't like us concede to our superior style, but can't find any weaknesses in our argument


In L.A
This is how we live in Los Angeles




Lyrics © Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALVIN JOINER, ANDRE YOUNG, ROGER MCBRIDE, BRIAN BAILEY, D JOHNSON, R. HARBOR, MARQUESE HOLDER, BIG DEEZZZ, D. JOHNSON, MARQUESE D. HOLDER, ROYAL HARBOR, BRIAN ANTHONY BAILEY, A JOYNER, M. HOLDER, R MCBRIDE

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Ermis


on Fuck You

best dr.dre song and that phone call in the beginning funny ash

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