[Verse 1] Introducin' the westside strangler, bangin' with the fixtures Mashin' in this hot Coupe DeVille with blue twisters I just got it waxed, now I'm true without a doubt Dippin' down Alondra on my way to the south The big homie Way bet a G, a whole ounce He said it wasn't hot, I made him watch the back-bounce Ah, back in traffic, feelin' like the last pimp Hit the three-wheel, made a left on Kemp I dropped that my old crib just to see it's all good The little homies moved in the spot with Lil Wood See, niggas this way don't give a damn about you hoes We find real estate in the midst of robbin' yos With Benzis and trucks, plenty cavi for the clucks Keep a eye on who's who and muthafuck what's what For all Gs who got it poppin' in they hood for the moment It's the gangsta King T, show me love loc, cause I'ma speak on it
[Hook] Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Move on gangstas, move on Move on gangstas, move on Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Groove on hustlers, groove on Groove on hustlers, groove on
[Verse 2] Man, the night comes and a gangstas intuition I hops in my 'burban, limited edition I'm lookin for a Lakewood hoe, that's my mission I'm through with fuckin' Hawthorne tramps, they be snitchin' What will it be, Pepper's or that spot Paradise? They keep a flock of girls but you gotta dress nice Suckers, I'm a G, I got some clocks I ain't touched Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch Nigga what, raised by ballers, I'm legit And if you don't believe, ask Freeway Rick You don't believe Rick, well ask my homie Big Jess Or his brother Big Droop, OG's, nothin less It's many niggas drinkin' that gangsta juice But I done seen none of y'all when it was time to truce And I was at Lueders Park, squashin' beef with opponents While your ass was at your mansion eatin' pussy punk, speak on it
[Hook] Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Move on gangstas, move on Move on gangstas, move on Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Groove on hustlers, groove on Groove on hustlers, groove on
[Verse 3] These busters better recognize what's comin' Dancin' on Ds with the Alpine humpin' Ever since the child knew the ways to live foul Now I bust rhymes like a cool criminal Alcoholic, chronic-smokin', niggas know the deal Gun-totin', mouth-tapin', niggas know I'm real I represent the west to the fullest extent A southern California Hub City resident Yes, yes y'all, it's not a secret no more I got lyrics out the ass and they all hardcore Like that, comin' with that west coast strap Guaranteed to civilize a nigga talkin' smack What you wanna do us, do your dance like you do it This one's for my people up in Texas, watch 'em screw it Tight conversation hits the speakers for the moment But if your ass can't comprehend fool, speak on it
[Hook] Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Move on gangstas, move on Move on gangstas, move on Ah, that's that G shit (mobbin' through your hood) Groove on hustlers, groove on Groove on hustlers, groove on
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Speak On It is the first actual song on King T’s planned Aftermath debut album Thy Kingdom Come produced by Dr. Dre.
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