Let It Reign Songtext
von Westside Connection

Let it rain, make it bang
Niggas in my hood sayin′ "fuck everything" (Let it rain)
Let it rain, make it bang
Niggas in my hood sayin' "fuck everything" (Yeah
Yeah, Skip, Skip, Connect Gang, Connect Gang)

It ain′t my fault you wanna C-walk (No)
And gangbang when you hear the G talk, nigga
Swing that shit 'til you break the ball joints
Niggas can't see me on this mic or this ballpoint (Uh-uh)
Papa Doc got it locked (Got it locked)
With the Glock got you butt-naked to your socks (Yay-yay)
The Westside Connect thugs
Ain′t no California love (No), just California slugs


By popular demand, Dub-S now back (What?)
He loaded, finna jack for another true platinum plaque
It ain′t new, Westside has been harder
Since Cube had the curl drippin' on the Raider starter (Haha)
Cock is a must, if in heat you trust
Now bang the hot hopper ′til all four pumps bust (Bust)
Smoke dust, then take ten paces
With big bright 'bows and my flame fat laces

Thunder, thunder, hot as fire
It′s the return of the three kings
Rulin' with a gangbang empire (Yeah)
WC, the C in B-walker, conductor blue chucker
Painter pant hopper, still bangin′ on you bustas (Haha, haha, yeah)
In the Shark Bar, G'd up, I got 'em nervous
With hoes packin′ gats in they Kate Spade purses
Fresh off a two-piece, smellin′ like a pit
It's that bandanna swinger from the number one clique

Let it rain, make it bang (Yeah)
Niggas in my hood sayin′ "fuck everything" (Everything)
Let it rain, make it bang
Niggas in my hood sayin' "fuck everything" (Everything)


Blowed off gat with the Dub-S tack
With the whammy in the back, real riders, where you at?
Nigga, I can give a fuck if you like me
Rollin′ with the Mack Maniac and Dub Shiesty (Uh)
My nigga just spent a house (Spent a house)
On somethin' tinted out (Tinted out)
So, shit, you got to rent it out (Huh)
It′s time to meet the go-rillas
The gangstas, the killers and the dope dealers (We go-rillas)
And y'all niggas gon' feel us
And fuck everybody that wanna kill us

If it ain′t a six-four, it′s a six-double-oh
Foot to the flo', what you want from the sto′?
Bang loose off that act right juice
Ghetto rich niggas sippin' on the deuce-deuce
Fall in and get quoted ′fore the heat get reloaded
Servin' in the hood got us all gettin′ shorted
Kick rocks or pick rocks from the D dealer
Westside ride against the grain in a three-wheeler

Connect Gang is back, ching-ching
Look at me killin' 'em with a brand new track, ching-ching (Okay)
Callin′ G′s, all of the G's
Nigga, please get your ass out the chair, throw your hands in the air
With the craziest, holdin′ the alias (Ah), no mistakin' this
Trick, don′t play with this, I'm the original shadiest
Fadin′ this, raidin' this, takin' it back to the days of gangsterous
Sick as they come, let me know where you from

Let it rain, make it bang (Skip)
Niggas in my hood sayin′ "fuck everything" (And I′m a gang)
Let it rain, make it bang (Yeah)
Niggas in my hood sayin' "fuck everything" (Everything)
Let it rain, make it bang (Bang)
Niggas in my hood sayin′ "fuck everything" (Let it rain)
Let it rain, make it bang (Uh)
Niggas in my hood sayin' "fuck everything, fuck everything"

What they sayin′?
Dub-S-C, motherfuckin' G
We′re back
Haha, the fuckin' go-rillas
We go-rillas
It's time to meet the go-rillas (Fake-ass motherfuckers)
The gangstas, the killers and the dope dealers (Dub-S-C)
And y′all niggas gon′ feel us
And fuck everybody that wanna kill us (Huh, yeah)
It's time to meet the go-rillas (Three-time felons)
The gangstas, the killers and the dope dealers (Huh, haha)
And y′all niggas gon' feel us
And fuck everybody that wanna kill us (Get your knees dirty)
It′s time to meet the go-rillas (Get them knees dirty)
Bow down (Yeah), bow down
It's time to meet the go-rillas
Bow down, bow down, yeah-yeah, bow down
It′s time to meet the go-rillas