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mausberg - the re-birth lyrics

[intro: mausberg {dj quik on talkbox}]
{won’t you come back}
west coast, uh, f-ck it
{won’t you come back… for me}
saccs, westbound n-gg-
chevrelane for life and uh
{won’t you come back}
we breakin’ backs in this motherf-cker
{won’t you come back… for me}
westside n-gg-, eastside n-gg-, c’mon

[mausberg:]
is y’all ready for ‘berg to attack and self destruct?
i’m the realest n-gg- and i don’t give a f-ck
kam got my back, and we gon’ ride on you bustas
take the crown back, that’s on the funk, we some hustlers
where my doggs at, y’all know what i’m talkin’ bout
now where my locs at, throw it up and shout it out
west coast back on the map with that realizm
who wanna test me, from the shoulders i’m i’ll with ’em
breakin’ backs, doin’ my thing, get my grind on
lyrical vet with a threat, get my shine on
f-ck a hater, feed him catfish with big bones
chevre lane gang for life, n-gg- the drama on
rough rugged and raw, breakin’ n-gg-z off
physical and lyrical n-gg-, the ‘berg the boss
i’ll be d-mned if i let you n-gg-z hold me down
no retreat, no surrender ’til i bring home the crown with kam

[chorus: x2]
where my westside n-gg-z at, throw your dubs up
we’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
c-ck me back and let me go
so i can bring the crown back to the west coast

[kam:]
i shake a soundtrack and make the ground crack
break it down for the black and brown, let’s take the crown back
got the mausberg racker, it’s sure to droppin’ ya
me and my n-gg- like the trenchcoated mafia
a hard copy, and i love to squeeze triggers
want your jaw hit? ah sh-t, here come these n-gg-z
swervin’ in buckets, servin’ them suckas
these n-gg-z ain’t deservin’ them duckets, they nervous of ruckus
f-ckers can’t stand me, ’cause i’m off the receiver
you know what, i can’t stand y’all neither
run up on ’em like a fiend for whoever i’ll put the drama to
need they temperature took, my foot the thermometer
i’m bangin’ with this, now what that west ’bout?
f-ck a tin cup, i’m walkin’ with my chin up and chest out
gotta keep my dogg mausberg in a muzzle
before we f-ck your head up like a crossword puzzle

[chorus: x2]
where my westside n-gg-z at, throw your dubs up
we’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
c-ck me back and let me go
so i can bring the crown back to the west coast

[mausberg:]
there the crown go, grab it, ’cause i ain’t lettin’ it go
the west coast ’bout to ride for sure
it’s been a long time, but now we representin’ westbound
2-2-0, quik, saccs and the dogg pound
all my real n-gg-z who ride with me
throw your dub up n-gg-, westside with me
from the hood up to the bay
west coast love for e-40 and 4-tay in a real way
but i ain’t finished yet, let me drop the boo-yow
lyrical sh-t to make you feel me now
y’all ain’t knowin’ bout that non fic’
throw your fist in the sky, puff a pimp and grab your d-ck
sh-t, the west coast be the bombest
and it’s ironic you n-gg-z ain’t knowin’ bout the chronic
all my n-gg-z love to ride and jack
but we the chosen ones that gon’ take the crown back

[chorus: x4]
where my westside n-gg-z at, throw your dubs up
we’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up
c-ck me back and let me go
so i can bring the crown back to the west coast

- mausberg lyrics

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