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Greetings, loved ones What up, niggas and niggettes? West-Coast gangsta shit, you dig? Dub C, Daz Dilli Yeah, East side, West side Y'all know what it is (y'all know what it is) Yeah (yes) Pushing figures, prepare for the gangbang, throw it up From khaki chucks, Daz and Dub, yeah, they know it's us Get with it, I get ran over like a locomotive Smoking explosives igniting, nigga it's time to blow it (boom, boom) Back up, back to the essence of this G-shit West-coast gangsta shit, what I represent D-D-D-Dub and Daz bringing that feeling to ya Roll it up, motherfucker, you know we had to do it Pants saggin', grabbing, and clutching the flag And I'm automatic, sporadic, a bulls-eye Let 'em have it With a deadly combination, they asking how could'ya? With the Long Beach mobs, the neighborhood hustlers Murderous tactics, I'm mad 'cause I get it cracking Wreck 'em, wreck 'em up, and whack 'em Fuck 'em up and smack 'em (smack 'em) Who got a problem with the homie, get at me I keep the big homie cock strapped on the back seat (brrah) Twah, twah, stomp down, here we go This is the only way that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay out the way I get mine, all day, every day, understand me? A family, pushing through the door to breakthrough With some shit the average nigga can relate to (yeah) Ladies, throw ya kids up shaking, making goods Niggas throw ya city up, represent your hood It's been a minute since niggas undid it But that nigga Daz and Dub show 'em how to hit it 'Til Dr. Dre drop, I'ma stay tuned But now I gotta let you know LA's in the room Rhyme with that LBC, we deep, no set trip, but a niggas feet with a skeet Kick the chucks in the ass, fall like Cleese (ah, ha) Drop gwack down, put the hog in the streets Never leave without a heat, who got beef Call Master Pookie, a big boat, I ain't hard to reach All you got to do is holla (holla) I'm near bottom, with my pants down, feeding your kid's momma Twah, twah stomp down, here we go This is the only way that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay out the way I get mine, all day, everyday, understand me? Me and my nigga do the dance To this with a handshot Call, get it command and it's blam, blam, blam Here I am (whoo), dat nigga Daz and the shady one (sup) WC, yo, shit we the crazy ones Damn, niggas acting like they hard, but they not Untouchable to touch with the Glock (brrah) Eastsider, Westsider setting shit on fire We the best niggas to represent for the ride Yeah, brra-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr Fuck 'em, buck 'em, leave 'em I'm on the block, drinking it with my Desert Eagle Hat cut, black top, rag drop Makin' it hot, you fuckin' with them kind of niggas, letting the gat pop Forever in the game, spit flame, ain't shit changed DPG, Lench Mob, Big Swang The larger the clip, the harder the hit Nigga Daz and Dub, y'all started some shit Twah, twah, stomp down, here we go This is the only thing that we know Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars Swing out, hang out, way-aah Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya Stay out the way I get mine, all day, everyday, understand me? ('Stand me?)
Writer(s): William L Calhoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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