Lyrics:
me in my zone
last night i was bumping Trav
shit had me in my zone
last nigh i was bumping wayne
shit had me in my zone
last night bump two
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
And sinking the real venom
It's killing ya parasitic
Now you got a dependent
A handout a minute
That's how you get indebted
By betting upon an image
What is
with OB's
You dick-ride niggas might be the police, ah-ight?
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya nigga')
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (YEAH!)
Who 'dat who
with OB's
You dick-ride niggas might be the police, ah-ight?
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya nigga')
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (YEAH!)
Who 'dat who
we turnt for the night
40 it stays by my side
Whatever happens, it happens girl
I just went up on my price
Hop in the whip and let's ride girl
Hop
with OB's
You dick-ride niggas might be the police, ah-ight?
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya nigga')
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (YEAH!)
Who 'dat who
rocking the mic
Call me the Grim Reaper
Hear me through your speaker
Know when I'm in procedure
Running kilometres
Bleed them by the litre
Cannibal, I'm
shit to ride to
And other rap crews can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky beats
And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like Missouri,
Strong survive, by Eastside of DPG'z
Still creepin', bump through the hood
Always involved in the streets (Westside)
It's Doggy Dogg homie, did you
Made a name for myself by word of mouth
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some
Got ya lil bitch in LA six years later still in LA might fuck her by the bay
And i know she wanna come along ride alone when I go on tour
Pretty soon
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check
one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall
Learning right from wrong
They say my-me for the outcome
Ban my records check it
Don't have to bump
fuckin
Or maybe all ya want
Is just a little bit of time
With a homie
Who ain't really tryna ride
(Man you really know the vibe)
How you been mama
You
in your don't know what you said book
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Innovative ill factors by the Flavor Flav
Come and ride the Flavor wave
In any year
really wanna bump heads
Put ya punk ass in the trunk dead
N****s think they pumping
Til' I pump lead
Like tell me where the stash at
Money where
thought of
In between the sheets we can grind and bump
Make the bed thump until you
Come, come over here so I can break you off a lil' some
Put you in
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya
Pistol grip pump in his palm
Fully loaded, he might dump
He might slump ya for that slab
Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace
Only love, it's
he talking about
You know gotta have fun cuz life gets tough
That's why this beat you feel is tuned to make your speakers bump
The crew stopped by
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
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