Jermaine Dupri, Rahman “Rocky” Griffin, Snoop Dogg, Warren G - Protectors of 1472 lyrics

Biiiiiiiiiach what cha wanna do
We the Legion of Doom

Warren G:
1472 is the same cut throat and locs
And plenty dopes can you cope?
You can call me Count Chocula
I control all the bitches
Chi-Chi control the riches
And Fly serve the snitches
Look up in the sky it's the Fly
My herion whip, clip on hip, now trip on this
A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
Set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
And how that sound?
When I'm the illest superhero
Born and raised on
That muthafucking underground
Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
Try to catch me slipping but now
You 'bout to be my victim
I'm not Aquaman but I aqua boogie
I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
And I spin a web any size
You can call me to fly
I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
(WOOF)
I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
The many niggas get in it
And try to paper hate
It's fly, the rider man the rider man
I do it like a muthafucking rider and
I represent all the time and
I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
Cause here comes the rider man
(rider man) , nigga

I rock the blue cake on 'em
Drop the weight on 'em
The more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
I swerve and collect, serve and protect
Never hit the streets without the
Ice on my neck i'm all about partying, hoes
And getting paper they call me Chi-Chi
I do it up cape crusader
Contact through the frame no mistakes
To bank rules back in town and it's
On us to shut 'em down
Now Fly what cha wanna do?

Nigga what? Let's put this shit down my lil'
Homey Mr turner with the burner
He got my back you know he put me up on game
When they get up, they getting lit up
He tear shit up
Enough said, don't tell it, just sell it
We blowin' in the wind and we
Gonna ride til' we win
Young soldier stay into it we put the Folger
It's your turn
Gon' get on up and get the 'Lac
And don't forget to grab your strap

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
It's the Legion of Doom and
Ain't a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
And you don't have to worry
When we in your town

Just a young muthafucker from the street
Forced to be a G-angsta
Knock-knock with a Glock, pump-pump answer
Throw your hands up nigga
Yeah death's a callin
Went from petty theft bank
Robber straight to ballin' stomp with us
Walk with us as we bust through
The doors, 44's like parts in us
Often us, street heroes got many hoes and
Plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
Duct tape wire him up, toe tag 'em
Have him feel the strength of a black magnum
Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
It's on, eff them, set Kissed like FM
Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
And swoop down on the bank
Ruler with the gats
Waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
Handle his ass
I love to see his guts and his blood spill
And crack the fuck up
As I rise flying up high with a 45
Infared beaming on him from the sky
Drop and I put the barrel
Right between his eyes
Said, "You fuck with the Legion
And now you must die"
We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's
From the west to the north
South and back to the east

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed
(changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
When we in your town (in your town)

Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
Mean a damn thing changed
(changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you won't have to worry
When we in your town (in your town)

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