[ Rodney O ]
Wake up, New York
It`s time to listen to L.A.
(Wake up)
In this business you are left unknown till you have a hit
Now I`m gonna show you just who is counterfeit
So you don`t like me, but tell me the reason
Is it cause it`s New York-dissin-L.A. season?
Yeah, I think I hit the nail on the head
If you had it your way, L.A. rap would be dead
But it`s not like that, we got the suckers bumpin
Wear the wrong color, get broke off somethin
If I wore red or blue, I might be dodgin slugs
So I`m wearin neutral colors from the Crips and Bloods
Who said it never rains in Cali, take back the statement
Don`t you hear the shells fallin on to the pavement?
Run for your life! I`m tryin not to get hit
But livin in L.A. anyone is a target
I`m the one who`s down when we call for peace
But tell the one who`s saggin with his khakis creased
Yeah
(Wake up)
(The Source don`t like us, they dissed my boy Rodney O)
That`s right, Joe, they played us like a damn Nintendo
Didn`t take the right info like it was reported
Twisted up my words, and the truth was distorted
My peers on the West won`t speak up, so I will
Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the kill
The crew of two don`t care if we cause a little static
You don`t wanna run into a psycho`s automatic
Ooh-wee, we`re doin too much
I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch
Ooh-wee, we`re doin too much
I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch
They know they don`t like us and they keep on denyin it
I don`t give a care, cause other folks are buyin it
Will I ever change and start followin Farrakhan?
That`s just like askin me if I woulda fought in Vietnam
Yeah
And this is the Sound of L.A.
Wake up, New York
(Wake up)
Ooh-wee, we`re doin too much
I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch
Ooh-wee, we`re doin too much
I wish I had a New York critic in my clutch
New York talked about our jherri curls and weather
One thing I admit is: y`all stick together
Some of y`all is cool, but most of ya ain`t
You walk around town like your shit don`t stink
Well, the day is finally here you`re gettin dissed, New York
Me and Joe celebratin, poppin off the cork
If I`m goin out, I`m goin out with a bang
Side by side with my boys, not a gang
Yeah
Wake up, New York
It`s time to listen to L.A.
But you don`t hear me though
Rodney O & Joe Cooley most definitely in the house
Ooh-wee
We`re doin way too much
