Lyrics:
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit,
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real
getting cash
Gucci fabric on my collar no guessing I’m in bag
Turn up on for no reason boy Fuck ya ‘ I wanted too
Kno i he gone slip I got tha glizzy dis
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
[Intro: Bizzy]
Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this
Family members from all around (we are true!)
Gather around (get the troopers)
And they say this shit
[Snoop]
Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
bout a digit
I was stacking every dime, Back when I was just a lil jit
I am tha shit, made myself a business an now Yo boy legit
On a get rich, niggas
tell’em my time has come’ that I
(hook)
Wake up and I’m out my zone,
Wake up and I, (wake)
Wake up and I,
Wake up and I’m out my zone, like Malcom
now
Fuck Soulja Boy
Dog I heard that shit at Ice T's house
My Gucci bring them Mice's out
Like Gucci I'm so Icy now
I tat my hood all on my arm
Don't
Shake a real nigga hand errtime u
See em' see em' see em'
Young Flashy Nigga shinin'
Like i got on 3m 3m 3m 3m
Label nigga wanna sign me tell em' I
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy
Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin
Just got to North Philly
And ask for that boy Gillie
(They gonna tell you he's a gangster)
I'm Oschino you
tired of rap
But don't tell my momma that!
She want me to do it
A Nigga like me get to it
A Nigga like me influenced
A nigga like me kno I'm stamped
like cold titties
No hope back on ropes he still swingin
Soul glow he hold on till past last inning
Thas just the m.o. thats how I brought by my kinfolk
the try
One side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride
Even when a couple of hundred years gone by
They still gonna bite and I'm still
THINKING BOUT THE MEMORIES
I DONT THINK MY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME
I AINT SEEN EM IN A MONTH OR TWO
LOWKEY I JUST BE UNCOMFORTABLE,
WISH I WAS ONE OF YOU
BUT
[Intro: Bizzy]
Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this
Family members from all around (we are true!)
Gather around (get the troopers)
And they say this shit
And yea I'm talking bout his nuts, he got the seed of chucky
Ayo luv, serve it up, So I can what it taste
It's golden yuh, Gotta give it first place
Uh,
you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Busta, I hit em' up...
Interlude: 2Pac
Yeah,
playing
How tha fuck you do this to me
Yeah nigga Im hot like fries
You is a hoe got railed by 5 guys
I got a glock on like right by my side
You cannot be
stop all dat talking
Bitch just roll my tree
Just bout that draco
got dat Soulja boy rite by my seat
Fuck these niggas mane
Dz niggas don't know bout
Its gotta be tru
Mix mastered and marked
Somebody sell it
Fuck wit a no limit nigga over there talkin bout
Bitch I'm here to tell it
bitch off the henny
She laughing and tweaking im finna get becky
If a nigga pull up the scene gettin messy
Im in tha trap
And boy tote the desi
Lil nigga
(intro)
I'm da man round here capish,
Brown paper bag ol dope boy money,
Ol dope boy money,
(chourus)
I'm da man round here capish, small face
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