Bacc In da Dayz (feat. Big Tray Deee)

So gangsta

Yup

Word up, good

I used to come through with the two's and glock's

Party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****'

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

I used to come through with the two's and glock's

The party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****'

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

Standin' in the mazing

Picture in the frame

It was Snoop Dogg

He can put you in the game

Put you on the stage maybe even front page

Get a little fortune

Have a little fame

Kill em with class

Toast to the boogie while you fill up your glass

So quick, so fast

No razzamatazz

I'm just an East side **** with my gangster ass (There it is)

I used to pinch pennies

Only G's

I don't fuck with no weenies

My clique is sick

It expanding

To outlaws, riders, and bandits

What chu goin' do

When we come into a hood near you

You know I used to come through with the two's and glock's

The party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

Used to come through with the two's and glock's

The party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

What's beef

Cause beef is in the kitchen

Whatchu want dawg

I'm on a million dollar mission

How can you get it if you ain't been through shit

I'm just a seed that was planted by ruthless

My family tree is so G

We was cut from the cloth called LBC

Cry baby used to sea walk at the park

Pit bulls on a leash that would never bark

Real love

Real dubs

Real sunny eyes

Trip low kin folk

And where he at?

Peace to the deceased

That passed away

Deuces and trade

The old fashioned way

Whatchu goin do

When we pull up in the hood, yeah yeah

You know I used to come through with the two's and glock's

The party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

Used to come through with the two's and glock's

The party don't rock like it used to rock

Back door ****

I refuse to knock

I beat a **** up about his shoes and socks

Yeah, certified, official gangster shit

Unfiltered like a pack of humps ****

Dealy middle to all the ninny that disrespect the BB8 from the G comb

It's either hog status or busta status

It ain't no in between

You can't wake up and put this on ****

Every breath you breath gotta be committed to this shit

Clappin' ****, tappin' switches

Macin' bitches, mashin' business

Stackin' riches

It's all apart of that lifestyle

We created back in the days for the world to follow

G's up forever

The boss Dogg and the General

Front lining on the east side