The Re-birth - Mausberg, Kam

Saccs, Westbound nigga

Sheppard Lane for life and uh

We breakin' backs in this motherfucker

Westside nigga, Eastside nigga, c’mon

Is y’all ready for 'Berg to attack and self destruct?

I’m the realest nigga and I don’t give a fuck

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 ill with 'em

Breakin' backs, doin' my thing, get my grind on

Lyrical vet with a threat, get my shine on

Fuck a hater, feed him catfish with big bones

Sheppard Lane gang for life, nigga the drama on

Rough rugged and raw, breakin' niggas off

Physical and lyrical nigga, the 'Berg the Boss

I’ll be damned if I let you niggas hold me down

No retreat, no surrender 'til I bring home the crown with Kam

Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up

We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up

Cock me back and let me go

So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast

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 nigga like the Trenchcoated Mafia

A hard copy, and I love to squeeze triggers

Want your jaw hit?

Ah shit, here come these niggas

Swervin' in buckets, servin' them suckas

These niggas ain’t deservin' them duckets, they nervous of ruckus

Fuckers 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?

Fuck a tin cup, I’m walkin' with my chin up and chest out

Gotta keep my dogg Mausberg in a muzzle

Before we fuck your head up like a crossword puzzle

Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up

We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up

Cock me back and let me go

So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast

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 niggas who ride with me

Throw your dub up nigga, 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 shit 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 dick

Shit, the West Coast be the bombest

And it’s ironic you niggas ain’t knowin' bout the chronic

All my niggas love to ride and jack

But we the chosen ones that gon' take the crown back

Where my Westside niggas at, throw your dubs up

We’ve been down for too long, now the time’s up

Cock me back and let me go

So I can bring the crown back to the West Coast