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Woodie - N the Bay lyrics
[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 wild 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' norteņos 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 [Woodie] [Chorus] 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 sound 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 [Woodie] [Chorus] 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 sound 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 [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 [Woodie] [Chorus X2] 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 sound 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 |
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