Another Day (Just Another Day) AK Gun Play (Ak Gun Play) LA To The Bay (LA To The Bay) Living Life In California [Verse 1: Ice Cube] And Jay-Z Can Rap
and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
and chain plates, we communicate Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 shots off Baby Jay-Z
to brooklyn nigga real ones do relate (Verse 2: Talib Kweli) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully
rose gold soul with a frozen, flow who will rhyme 'til the climate is cold Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos snow I'm like Alpo, AZ, Rich Mixed with Jay-Z
[Hook - 2x] You niggaz ain't real, you niggaz ain't real You niggaz ain't real, that's real [Big Tuck] You niggaz ain't real, real niggaz know that We
this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz
head boo, and still have fun But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill Actin' like they really real cause they fuckin' squeal Said she know Jay-Z and
steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz
, if it's tight, get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me" I am a little
the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real
down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real
that? We can't be slowed Niggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothes When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z
hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead" [Chorus] [Ontro 1: Cam'Ron] Y'all niggaz don
women Cats with big hats slammin Cadillac doors Who choosin hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes Niggaz
wit nothing My weed and the dutch is somethin What you niggaz sayin nuttin It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT [Jay-Z
on chill Any given times 100 G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds