[Intro]
My brother Dizz made this
What's happenin’ Dizz? We back
It's The Weeklies
This shit bring back memories, you know
I remember Snoop Dogg kicked the door down for the city
Long Beach, that is
Everybody start poppin'
But it wasn’t always good, you feel me

[Chorus]
Once upon a time in the LBC
I was flat broke cause the money ain't free
I just want hydraulics on a chrome '63
And pimp a couple hoes on 7th and Cherry
Tell them bitches "Have my money" like I'm ODB
Maybe I can graduate and flip a quarter ki
Suddenly I turned to the M-I-C
And everything changed that's when I became me

[Verse]
Stalkin', walkin' smart as Stephen Hawking
Ballin' like Napoleon Bonaparte, even Kaufman
I’ve been putting beats in a coffin since the Walkman
Hoes all over my Johnny, Mr. Cochran
Every time I write for the Doctor it’s the doctrine
Dippin' on the north side borderline of Compton
Look at how my horse ride, go on drop the top, then
City by the shore side Long Beach is poppin’
Young n***as activate, beats I decapitate
Freestyles catching them bodies too many to calculate
So I got down with the Pound I couldn't procrastinate
With D-O-Double-G on the hooks, I miss the master Nate
Back then wack rappers we would assassinate
Pullin' up to the studio session you couldn't get past the gate
No Auto-Tune can save you we can’t collaborate
Treat you wet dreams like steam watch 'em evaporate
Your shit is truly weak, y'all n***as booty cheeks
All my flows boogawoof ugly missing they beauty sleep
N***as wanna play me like rugby I'll let the Uzi speak
Then I'ma break your bitches lovely on them Gucci sheets
Slick Rick chains on, get my Rick James on
Ducked off with a super freak to get brains blown
N***as trip in my city get banged on
Bullets don't shoot out the barrel they get flame thrown
I guess it's just the same song everywhere
I used to wear a Death Row chain in the electric chair
I used to keep a Tec in my lap 'cause shit was hectic there
And all my unreleased material is still legendar-
-Ry I see the game through a crystal ball
They paint murals of me still my back's against the wall
Fist the bar, listen dog, sneak dissin' get you boo bopped
Shit reminiscent of pissin' Sunny Liston off
Chip 'em off, y'all n***as foolish
My homies behind the prison wall, for y'all I'ma do this
I ain't new to the game I know some Deuces and Treys
I know shooters with Ks I know some lucrative ways
To help get you through the maze I had some fugitive days
I left producers amazed I know the booth is ablaze
So we gon' slang an ounce of this
Then invest it is real estate and flip a house to this
Because
[Chorus]
Once upon a time in the LBC
I was flat broke cause the money ain't free
I just want hydraulics on a chrome '63
And pimp a couple hoes on 7th and Cherry
Tell them bitches "Have my money" like I'm ODB
Maybe I can graduate and flip a quarter ki
Suddenly I turned to the M-I-C
And everything changed that's when I became me

[Outro]
Yeah, The Weeklies
Horeseshoe Gang family business
Active Beats, Chase Green, JC The Great, Sloan Bone
We here, y'know what I mean
It's dedicated to my city
All my n***as in the LBC, y'know what I mean
Bark at your dog