Demonz N My Sleep LYRICS

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Artist: Woodie f/ B-Dawg, Lil' Los, & Shannon Sanders
Album: Demonz N My Sleep
Song: Northern California

[Woodie]
As I drop the top
In my '69 Buick Sky Lark late mornin'
I could feel the heat brewin'
It's gonna be a hot one
A 40 ounce right now I ain't got one
It's time to bounce
To the liquor store and swing this
I'm havin' fits
I need a cold Old English
Once I get it
Hit my next tail bling list
Homies outside
We turn the park into a freak fest [freak fest]
So call your team of hoes
Let 'em know that's it's crackin'
Food, alcohol, and weed free
With bikini action
If you show up with more
Than daisey dukes and a skinny top
Flip a bitch and shake the spot
Obviously you ain't got
What we wanna see
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons of liquor
And all the freaks from the town
It's goin' down, different sets
Congregatin' to kick it
Just the Northeners and allies
Ain't nobody set trippin'
Got pitbulls chained to the trees
And if you fear
I'm guaranteed that they're lockin' our knees
So don't go near 'em
Grab a seat on the bench, relax
Fire up the stench
Of that Northern Cali rope
As the super soaker drench
These notches might as well be topless
With nipples on swole
Stiffer than those on triple gold's

Chorus: [Shannon Sanders]
Oooooh, Northern California
We got somethin' for ya
Northern California
We got somethin' for ya

[B-Dawg]
Wake up in the mornin'
And I stretch
Wipe the sleep from my eyes
Stagging to the frigerator
Grab a 40, a St. Ides
Still twisted from the night before
Tryin' to regroup
The telephone rings
Niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' swoop
So I hops in the shower
Fit, ironed, and creased
I gots to make a good impression
On these top notch freaks
See it's an everyday thang
To ride and side in the Bay
And best believe come the weekend
Boy we know to parlay
At have it always, all day
Boy it don't stop
Mackin' hoes in your
Six Tray Chevrolet drop
Spittin' game to the finest
Northern Cali has to offer me
Ocean front party on the beach
Hoes jockin' me
Lil' Los and Wood
Got some freaks of they own
The way it's lookin'
Boy this party's goin' all night long
So get your purve on
Go ahead and blaze up the Q
And like they say
"Don't be afraid of the way that you feel"
Now

[Chorus]

[Lil' Los]
It's your boy from around the way
Where I was born and raised
To live and die in the Bay
This Cali game you can't stop it
Pocket full of profits
Haters try to knock it as were
Poppin' out some notches
50 always watch us
Cuz were constantly in somethin'
Folks shootin' dice
Tryin' to constantly win somethin'
Brains blown as we roll through our pro
Chronic clouds in my dome
On my cellular phone
Tellin' the homies, "Come on"!
As we creep to the spot
In the back of a brawl
Gettin' stoned in the parkin' lot
Course I like to watch it
And walk up to the function
Doja go me feelin' good
Tellin' my boys that it's jumpin'
Hop out the ride
And let them clouds bellow out
When that liquor's in my veins
All you broads have no doubt
I'm a walkin' and talkin'
Playa plottin' up on ya
Soakin' yo brain with game
Northern California

[Shannon Sanders]
Northern Cali-forn-I-A
Northern Cali-forn-I-A
Northern Cali-forn-I-A

[Woodie]
It's blazin' saddles today
That sun could melt ya
So lets cool off
Launch the boat and hit the delta
We lovin' the breeze off the water
As we cruise
Keep an eye out for sheriffs
In case we gotta hide the booze
As we slide through the back slooze
In between the Yoc and Stockton
We headed to the spot
Where hoochie tops are droppin'
Lost styles
Where hoes act wild and silly
Body shots and blow jobs
Drinkin' styles so filthy
Everybody's boat hoppin'
There ain't no stoppin'
This party once it's jumpin'
Wish it happened more often
Fewer and fewer clothes on
As the day goes on
Next thing you know
Hoes are naked and the show's on
Now who's got the bomb breasts
Who's legs are longest
Who's got the booty
You can use for an arm rest
As long as there's no hatin'
With no police in sight
We for surely gonna ride
This one throughout the night

[Chorus]
 
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Artist: Woodie f/ Lil' Los
Album : Demonz N My Sleep
Song: 'N' the Bay

[Woodie]
It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-P
Represent and I'll pretend
That W double O-D-I-E
That took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co.
And let it be known
That there's some major shit
Crakin' off in the deep East Bay and G's roll
From block to block with automatic chops,
Removable stocks, and extra clips
And mob shots pushin' crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip
I never did much slangin' for bangin' pursuited hard
Why the fuck you think they always keepin' norteños off the yard
Cuz we smash on the enemy
Northern Cal is our vicinity
Tryin' to run shit on our side of the map
Get blown back with artillery
It's a known fact we're rivaled by many
But that don't mean a thang
A little more quantity
But a higher quality's got to keep domain
So when we gather our troops
To rowdy your boots
Don't be shot cuz I warned ya
Come to the topside of California
See northsiders on every corner
Throwin' up that mighty N-A
Packin' heat, holdin' a fort down
And if you disagree your out of pocket
Comin' up short now

Chorus: [Woodie]
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Mind your own and do your thang
If you don't wanna gangbang
But if you get the set trippin'
And that south come out your mouth
Or you disrespectin' north
Than bet your death will come about
All who wear them bloody rags hang
Larks and cutty's back swang
Baller's rap the fat chains
And the money stacks claim
Different lies everyday
Police always on the way
But hey
That's how we live in the bay

[Lil' Los]
If you can't stand the heat
Then get the fuck out the kitchen
Cuz ammunition that I'm dishin'
Best believe it ain't missin'
The clock is tickin'
I'm trippin'
The steel that I'm grippin's askin me
How the fuck I got myself in this position
It's easy the town I'm in gave me a complex
They gots me snappin' and flashin'
Over some nonsense
So buckle up
And keep your chest covered up
I'll grab my clip, stuff it up
Now it's time to fuck shit up
And times are tough
But their only gonna get tougher
My barrels payin' thunder
Leavin' suckas smothered for colors
I'm comin' out the gutters with cutters
That be cuttin' muthafuckas in my way
In the bay
In that game where you don't play
And it's too late
You clocked in
Now there ain't no stoppin'
Choppers from choppin'
When you make it to my top ten
I'm lost in the zone goin' crazy
Good, I'll shake it
There ain't nothin' that can save me
From the way the streets raised me

[Chorus]

[Woodie]
Death could come at any moment
I've been walkin' there for years
Since I swallowed all my fears
And started holdin' back my tears
It seems the only way to keep my heart pumpin'
Now is to represent
And keep the names alive
Of the those homies already dead
And when I know I ain't evil
But it's evident I ain't heaven sent
How could I be when I done committed
Each of the deadly seven sins
A product of my environment
That's bullshit I ain't buyin' it
Been a killa since birth
It's in my blood
There's no denying it
We got our own constitution
Northerners organized
And believe it or not
This love amongst us
All sometimes disguised
Tried to hold a job
A couple of times
But fuck a nine to five
Suckas tellin' me what to do
I'd rather be shot and buried alive
Just let me ride
Let me kick it
Drink my 40's
I admit it
I'm addicted
I can't get enough
To shake it out my system
And my fellow homies feel the same
And out the trenches of the bay
Takin' it day by day
One step at a time
Closer to our grave

[Chorus] 2x
 
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Artist: Woodie f/ Shannon Sanders
Album: Demonz N My Sleep
Song: Off Night

[Woodie]
I step into a house party
Cortez's shinin'
Khakis creased up
Sharper than a diamond
I wasn't invited
So I might be out a place
I'm peepin' the scene
I feel no funk
But feel the bass
They bumpin' some of that
Northern Cali type a shit
Cold World Hustlers
Mac Dre and Brotha Lynch
I'm catchin' the vibe
The atmospheres I'm sweatin'
But still holdin' the nine
In case a homie got to bang
Directions one to one
When it comes to the sets
Cuz it just might be fun tonight
I usually don't expect it
See if your wandering eyes glancin' my way
Who'd a thought out on a
Saturday or a Friday

Chorus: 2X [Shannon Sanders]
Although it's an off night
It just might turn out right
Although it's an off night
Don't junk it till dawn light

[Woodie]
Three choices it appears to me
But the brunette with the booty is steering me
She's got them bright green eyes
Proper face, thick thighs
Tits average size
All in all she's the prize
I smoothly make my way across the room
My confidence is high
With three 40's consumed
Hit her with some small talk
Then back off some
If the conversation stops
It was a false alarm
She pursued to chop it up
And asked if I liked to groove
I said, "Baby I'm a gangster
When I dance I barley move"
So if that's cool with you
Then fo' sho' lets hit the floor
But I must admit
My specialty's to stop and get low

[Chorus] 2X

[Woodie]
The party's gettin' humid
And the heat I can't bear
So baby I'm a got out front
And get some fresh air
She said she'd like to go to
And asked, "Is that alright with you"
Not a problem
But I might just hit the liquor store or two
My Lark's down the block
And since the night's hot
If you want, it's convertible
So we can drop the top
Right there I had her caught
A fish on a hook
She was puddy in my hands
I could tell by her look
She asked if I was a playa
I said, "That life ain't for me"
Norteño from the Yoc
Now that's a different story
She fell for every word
She was lovin' me no doubt
Told my homies that I came with you
It's time I headed out
To the Lark, to the store, to my spot,
To the soft white imperals on my bed
I'm hittin' skins on and off [not yet]
Sometimes that's the way it goes
Tryin' to get crackin' on the Lincoln
It's all in the ass

[Chorus] 4X
 
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Artist: Woodie
Album: Demonz N My Sleep
Song: Tales of a Killa

[Chorus]
Listen to the tales of this Northern Cali killer
Take it for what it's worth but recognize a blood spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me

[Woodie]
Say your Prayers count your blessings
Grab your weapon grip it tight
Cause tonight I sport my put in work sweatshirt right
But you won't catch me barking duels in a lark tonight
Creep up on foot and down the street I got a stolen bike
Thats my getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no means I won't fuck this up this suckers life is past due
I know he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds
Walking towards the front door
Yeah I think its about that time
Sure enough door opens wide
Now he's stepping outside
Barrel flashes from the bushes all he seen before he died
Bent a corner run down the block hop on the BMX
Meanwhile his bitch is in shock hugging his bleeding chest
Pedal to my safe spot
Get the fireplace hot
Burn up my clothing scrub my body
Gunpowder trace gone
On the way home I disassembled and disbursed
Of my weapon in the gutters from 10th street to 1st
So I'm feeling pretty confident my mission was successful
Kick up my feet crack and Old E and drink a chest full

[Chorus] x 2
Listen to the tales of this northern cali killer
Take it for what its worth but recognize a blood spiller
So far I've been lucky but enemies might take me
Take chances again if they under estimate me

[Hook]
Why they want to test me stress me to the point I'm homicidal
Don't they recognize death is nothing new in my eyes
When it comes to defending my title

[Woodie]
Another sloppy late night in the drive thru waiting for our food
Me and 2 homies and a bitch drinking 40's an Boones
Out at 2 One ounce left so I'm burning holes in my head
I turn around fools are looking at me like they want me dead
Words were said without a doubt I'm knowing that the funks jumping
They must be packing fuck that I'll be the first to dump something
Told my homie drive and pull the car to the side of the road
They pulled up said a word or two until I proceeded to unload
Bullets lighting up the backseat windows are shattering
Since I'm thinking that they pack heat I'm skipping the chattering
I emptied the clip
Not sure how many were hit
I told my homie drive and lets split he started to trip
He just stopped froze
Like he was comatose
I said its not the time to break down like a ho lets go
He finally put the pedal to the metal but that tripped me out
I told him drive a half a mile pull over and let me out
Shake the spot and take the under routes park up in the cuts
Now this motherfucker starts driving in circles going nuts
Scramblin' on the belt
"I think you blew his brains out"
Sucka that's another reason we should vanish not hang out
I told him yo bitch got more nuts than you
Saw red and blue behind us
Thanks to my homie's dumb bitch it wasn't to hard to find us
And then he proceeds to take them on a slow speed chase
Twenty Five I'm going to face the DA's got a clean case
With about seven different patrol cars in pursuit
He pulls over and Five 0 draws their weapons ready to shoot
Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
"Come out with your hands raised"
I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give chase
Striking through a field I hit a barbwire fence
I hopped it like a champion only got a rip in my pants
Then I advanced up on a bike trail
Slowly losing 50's tail
Noticed water to the left threw my strap in the canal
Half the evidence gone apartment complex straight ahead
I'm more than halfway to home I'm only giving up dead
I gotta stop to take a breath in the apartments and I listen
I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my position
Continuing on my mission
I'm hopping yard to yard
Crawling bush to bush
Hiding underneath car to car
And now three hours later and about 2 miles down the road
I'm in front of my homies house my hearts about to explode
Knocked on the door at 4am
He wasn't one bit suprised
He said he heard me on the scanner
And he knew I had to ride
You say you're a gangster and don't feel that?
You're faking it

[Chorus] x 2

[Hook] x 4

[Chorus]
 
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Artist: Woodie
Album: Demonz N My Sleep
Song: This is Northern Cali

[Woodie]
Enter my danger zone Northern Cali
Yes son from the valley to the bay
The mighty Norte got it sewn
We bout half a mill' people up in these streets
So keep a grip we flared up we red flags and caps
This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized (?) eternity
Putting dips up in this mutha fucker stack and murder piece
Never heard of Woodie now you have listen up and soak it in
Northern Cali is full of killas hommie go and tell a friend
And if (?) trail methamphetamine is good
Northern Cali got the country hooked
We gon raise the roof we pop our collars grip our nuts
Kill our enemies' visions and feed fishes there guts
Heavier in the old school country launching Malibu's
350 rockers 450 (?)
We got the now 609
661 and 409 on the valley grind
We got the 405 West Bay
707 North Bay 408 South Bay
But its all Norte
The (?) of east bay 925 East Co Co.
The Northern Cali breakdown for you po-po's

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
This is Northern Cali representing putting it down
We from the valley everybody holla your town
We from the bay we all hear the shit the same way
From the valley to the bay ready for some gun play

[Woodie]
Homie we slang and we bang in east bay it's a G thing
Punks saying salutation while taking lives with no delay
Feel me its west coast the left coast no test wit killer Cali
Nasty (?) through your back streets and alleys
Past the valley act badly
I hits the carry a fifth of brandy
Splash these bitches cuz there trashy
Rolling old school (?)
(?) Valley (?) mustangs
But one thing there's gun play
So when the fucks bring
Let your nuts swang
It's a mustang for the (?) regulate
Po-po's got to bring the yellow tape in everyday
Up here our tapes will set your hood (?)
You can hear the evidence we represent put it down
For the whole bay is a cold game
And it all while cursing city streets
These addicts smashing traffic on that cradik
In the A-N-T-I-O-C-H we don't be hate
We fo da pay and blowing brains
I'm smoking dank (?) in my corner of the golden state

[Chorus]

When you smoking on the bubonic chronic that got you gone
Where you think it come from
Where you think it come from when you smoking
on the bubonic chronic that got you gone
Were you think it come from
Where you think it come from

[Woodie]
It comes from northern Cali
Up in home bock county the northwest region
By the ocean not the valley
It's considered the most ronic commodity
The hommies call it (?)
The hippies call it pot or weed
It's garneted to get you high tho O fo sho
And the Northerners are making a killing slanging that roach
But straight fo yayo packing pistols illegal substances distributed
Got domies packing crystals and glass pipes and feel good again
It gets dirty in this west coast sunshiny state
You might die early gangbanging
But that is the chance you take
Locked up in prison for life
1 2 3 strikes your out
Sell a pound pack a pistol
Shot a rival (?)
Wit no hesitation the judge will have you facing a
life long vacation
But we still regulation
And these suckers are punching and get treated like sluts
This is northern cal bow down lick on these nuts

[Chorus] - repeat to end
 
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Artist: Woodie
Album: Demonz N My Sleep
Song: Whatever Tho'

Chorus: [Woodie]
I might of shot your homies
Once or twice you never know
But I still walk the streets
So I assumed they let it go
But just in case they didn't
I pack metal for clever folks
So all that talk in breakin' Woodie off
Whatever tho'

[Woodie]
I'm still puttin' it down
Sidin' through the town Yoc bound
Suckas wanna talk down
But ain't prepared to cock down
They wanna bang like killas
But don't bang with no killas
They wanna claim they killas
But don't hang with no killas
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I'm the one who brought the Yoc
Up out the Golden State
You wanna hate this
Hate yourself
Think your from the Yoc
Talkin' down on my name
Cuz I ain't askin' you to jock
Just recognize
From two professional years of rappin'
East Co. Co. Records puttin' this crap
Back in time on the map
And then some
We takin' nationwide infected
Each and every nook and cranny
Were that Yoc life bakins'
And I reckon
We'll be collectin' dividends along the way
And that's exactly were this haterism comes into play
What's there to say
Nothin' but hot ones
I got for those talkin' down on me

[Chorus] X2

[Woodie]
Come on haters try to stop this
Dig deep into your pockets
Cuz that'll give me a legit reason
To make yo knot twist, not this
Northern fella Antioch dwella
Won't fall hostage
To the thoughts and plots of the jealous
Your gonna watch this
Independent label succeed
Were re-precautions 10-4 for
Every homey that bleeds
We'll plant our seeds in some mattress
And watch our killas grow
Teach ‘em everything we know
So that they gonna run the show
I'm talkin' fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packin' guns
Holdin' down the fort
Prepared for war
Protectin' loved one
No more snatchin' up our dreams
Through the dope on triple beams
Or an enemy shot
Cuz that's the power money brings
We're the kings of our own plot
We found a spot
Don't make room
If you think we're bluffin'
I assume you have a skank too
So if you wanna get me
Come and get me
Quit talkin'
And send the messages through bitches
Cuz that shit'll leave you chopped up

[Chorus] X2

[Woodie]
You wanna talk behind my back
And jar jack amongst female company
And every word up out your mouth
Eventually gon' come to me
How dumb could you be
Maybe you really wanna see me
But most likely you a sucka
And you hatin' you can't be me
Probably got that A-D-D
Attention Deficit Disorder
And you've notice when you say my name
That people won't ignore ya
That's pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin' my name
Cuz your just pumpin' my fame
But when we cross paths
Haul that
So people prepare to ache
Cuz I'm a draw fast
Cock blast
With heat to tear your brain
Cuz I've HAD IT UP TO HERE [echoes]
Through your history
I got my stripes
Sucka you ain't pumpin' fears
So come here and get a dose of
This Antioch West Twompsta
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music shit on stand by
To make a man die
How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize

[Chorus] X2

Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me

[Chorus]

Shit! [echoes out]
 
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