Run Up - Aaron Ray, The Game

West Coast, it’s all about survival nigga

West Coast, California’s own

Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C

You niggas know what it is

Compton and Long Beach back together again

Security pat-downs

I’m a star, motherfucker, I been put the gat down

I been put' the MAC down

But check the people that I’m with

'Cause they’ll lay you flat down

And they’ll do it right now

Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial

Club-hop, car shows, picnics

Big cars, big jewels, big dicks

Rush doors, or gotta hop the fence

Clothing stores, gotta blow my rent

Gotta show my ass, then go repent

Gotta call in sick, and tell 'em where I went

(buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em)

Don’t want no problems, y’all

Fuck around, I’ll pull out the problem solved

And watch egos dissolve

Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved