Letras
Evidence is the general
Defari's the lieutenant
And this that street music
That roll a blunt music, pack a bowl music
And we very adamant about this West Coast shit
And I'm here to keep telling you
I'm often imitated but never the same
Defari tatted in your brain
Rhymes are refined like a diamond chain
Some of y'all ain't even worth a pound of grain
I stay 20 steps ahead in my lane
That's 20 different ways not to sound mundane
I straight mosh them with the passion and pain
That's why I give it my all plus what remains
That's 110, dawg, it never change
When they announce my name, I fly the plane
I seen the Black Madonna's face in the mountains of Spain
I seen the West stand up with the lyrics of Game
I spit fire through the hail, sleet, snow, or rain
I'm the sun that's blaring through your window pane
I'm the one who elevated from whence he came
The first grandson of Mary and James
I'm very adamant about this fresh West Coast shit
Oh, nigga, don't trip
One wrong move and your chest we'll dig
I congratulate you, just let me live
I'm very adamant about this fresh West Coast shit
Oh, nigga, don't trip
One wrong move and your chest we'll dig
I congratulate you, just let me live
Fierce like lions jumpin' on they prey
They bumped me in Japan, the man from L.A
I rock with the best, that's known for years
The champagne bottles, tour buses, the Lear
The MTV, BET, the clubs
The X to the Z, P's, halfs, and dubs
Frequent fly miles like all day long
The pull-ups, the dips, steady arms that's strong
Limited experience not my cup
Take more than a stripper to get me up
And I don't mean from the bed, I mean for us to fuck
Old school, I still call a ugly girl a duck
Shake 'em off, I shot the sheriff, take the bacon off
The streets of L.A., the black male gets taken off