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Tha Eastsidaz - Gang Bang 4 Real lyrics
f/ Bad Azz Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah Fred Wreck in this motherfucker Yeah Tha Eastsidaz Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit [Chorus - Tray Deee] We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will [Tray Deee] Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me Lemme tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they breath Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay commited This mission is a vision to control the globe Leavin scents where we step back and hold our own Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it pushin Livin on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion It's all in the hardcore game of death Cuz you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block Or you could shake the spot, cuz now your face is hot All that goin outta town, tryin to set up shop And you ain't win up nothin buster, better check yo' props Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the chalk Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out Cuz my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out [Chorus - Tray Deee] [Goldie Loc] Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be Mama, they got me in the shell again But this time I think I'm headed for the state pen I got too many problems, and I sure don't need 'em As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom Listen for my name, so I can get chain I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence 5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep The big situation got me stuck in a drought I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't count The major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit" Cuz I might end up gettin out and comin home real quick The plan for the lick was to do it overseas Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's Now you know me - straight up to no good Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the hood I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz [Chorus - Snoop Dogg] [Snoop Dogg] Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me Lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be Keep a, bag of money with the grocery And when I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat [Bad Azz] Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the best Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with this It ain't no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see it And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure that you got it You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot You gotta give it what you got, still livin how it pop It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back Bangin ol' deez like a cold O.G. Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat I have bitches transport them llello packs Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps Hate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough up You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya show up [Snoop Dogg] So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy Makin them niggas get dizzy For real {*echo* Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl Yea this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets Eastsida, be-atch! |
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