Outlaws
King Tee, Frost, Kurupt
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We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop Blowin' big out green, check out my gangsta tint Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey And the homey Kurupt about to blow shit up So roll shit up, if you got a sack of that good Have you trippin' like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum It's real shit, think of it, just musical rappin' Check it out I'ma tell you what it is when you're fuckin' with a gangsta like me Throw some gold feet on the MC Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats Swervin' up a one-way, dippin' on a Sunday Not givin' a f*ck nigga Frost and Kurupt Nigga motherfuck a bitch nigga, dip and hit a switch nigga Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a nigga Blaze up a stick and bounce with a nigga You fuckin with some outlaws Packin on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pass it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town Man let the summer begin The heat excites the east siders Ain't nothin' but G's and low riders Dippin' in the tightest, indoed out, benzoed out Fool we got the Henn no doubt My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out Make sure the chronic smoke blows out Them tricks got no clout, cause they hatin' how we serve it Don't test T-Loc it ain't worth it, I serve it I'm tired of these bitch made niggaz Actin like they comin' through with hammers and triggers I'll pull your whole card, nigga you ain't hard Your homey's a bitch on the left with dick on his breath I make fo's hop, what the f*ck do you do I done smacked around bitch niggaz just like you A gangsta's a gangsta and that's all I'll be What you want to do homey, chest blew through homey You fuckin with some outlaws Packin' on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pass it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town Get high, f*ck everything I'm blastin' on site Throwin' up the hood for life Movin in loco-motion, heated cause it's on These niggas done came through and invaded the zone Now ain't no mercy when we dealin' with these putos Ask the homey Kurupt, he said the feelin' is mutual We lay em down on site, on GP Hit em up for la raza and for DPG I got a cannon for the bustas, f*ck the world Gangstas and cascades, perms and curls The M-16's bitches, 16 switches Impalas, drops and pop collars And ain't nuttin' changed, still standin' by the bar Drunk as a motherfucker, shinin' like a star And if you took a glance let me tell you what you saw A god damn fool, yes yes y'all You fuckin' with some outlaws Packin' on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pass it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town
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Written by: KLAUS BADELT
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