Coming up from a sub level known as the underground
Kept it real and developed our own sound
Didnt listen to know one else but ourselves
Next thing you know weve got records on the shelf
First things first, we get people to listen
Understand this, we give them what theyre missing
Where they come from? I dont know
But they stand in front of us and watch us glow
Theyll hear us, drop in
Ive been to the east and Im from the west
Ive rocked my songs and I represent
People claim theyre down when I come around
They wait for years just to hear our sounds
No boast no brag about herb we dont got
I dont want to hear shots
Im going back to Cali back to my spot
Where the sun is shining and theres lots to get got
Whos gonna give it up, Im not gonna give it up
When I bleed for my scene because its my dream
Youre not gonna tell me Im done
Whos gonna give it up, Im not gonna give it up
When I stick to my guns and Im still having fun
Youre not gonna tell me Im done!