Go to Church (feat. Snoop Dogg & Lil Jon)

****, you need to stop snitching

All that yip-yapping and jaw-jacking

****, if you scared, go to church

You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

What up, it's the big boss Dogg, Snoop D-O double-G, east side L-B-C

And I'm bobbing to the beat of my O-G homeboy Ice Cube

And I'm c-walking on the muthafuckin' concrete

Yo, if you're fucked up, put your cups up

Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, **** what's up?

See, he's a gangster, I'm a hustler

Yo, it's either thank you or it's fuck you

I'm down with Lil Jon, ain't got to pretend

Crunk juice, ****, run the club that you in

You scary muthafuckas don't wanna bring the ruckus

You just spend all your time in the club trying to duck us

And if you walk by, ****, I'ma knock fire, ****

From your ass, you can come try, ****

In the hood, all the way down south

I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name outcha mouth, bitch

We can get it cracking if it get to clicking clacking

Look at Mister Jackson, **** with no reaction

If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts

That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt

'Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lotta noise

Lyrics full of steroids, **** paranoid

And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up

When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

Click clacking, pistol packing, Crip ragging folio

Who the only **** in the club with the toolio?

You ain't know, yeah, you did, there it was, there it is

Is that Coolio, nah, bitch, let me in

Jibber jabber, snatch ya, get at ya

Spit at actors and rappers

Hang out with kidnappers and jackers

Make money off crackers

Can you imagine how I keep shit cracking?

It's the big boss Dogg

I'm back in action and smashing

I flash with the bling, I surpass the supreme

You don't really wanna have a clash with my team

I mix hash with the green, I'm the last of the kings

If I got a bitch with me, she got ass in them jeans

Rolling through your neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean

Serving all you suckas, 'cause you all dope fiends

Just like that dope man, ****, what's up?

You run up with that bullshit, I'll fuck your ass up

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

You scared, you scared

You scared, muthafucka, you scared

You scared, you scared

You scared, muthafucka, you scared

You scared, you scared

You scared, muthafucka, you scared

You scared, you scared

You scared, muthafucka, you scared

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

If you a scared muthafucka, go to church

If you a gutter muthafucka, do your dirt

If you a down muthafucka, put in work

If you a crazy muthafucka, go berzerk

If goes one for the money, two for the show

Three for the pussy, four for the glow

Five for the rookies, six for the pros

Seven for the numbers of them fucking zeroes

Eight for the haters, nine for the cause

Ten for my **** behind big bars

Fuck these devils and they laws

Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls