Snoop Dogg, Ice Cube - Blasten!! lyrics

Blasten niggas drivin round with they
Tanks and they shotguns
The only way I'm quittin if
You bitches get me killed blasten
Niggas drivin round with they
Tanks and they shotguns
Screams of the room it gives me
Chills as i pop one

Left that boy bloody red
"Why'd you leave him layin there?"
Cause he ran, then he said
Take this bread and make the spread
Break it up, and nigga don't be scared
I was only there prepared
I began to see that he was
Fucking round with the feds
Locin round to get inside a real rider
And have him snitching and getting
Real shit up outta names
40 consolidated to 44
They said he singin like a
Bird everywhere he go
Case is over, more pain but no pay
And these the G's that been
Fuckin up the gangbang
We all got one, nigga not one
Nigga pop one, got a shotgun, nigga drop one
You see me? That's Snoopy Whodini
Makin niggas dissapear
Then pop em back in black teenies
To me, I keen satan but keep that on the low
Load it up, and we already foe
And they already know

Set the stage turn the page
Grab the gauge shoot it quick
This we ride this we wild
Doggy on some other shit daddy won't
Think he can't yeah he will
Bet he won't rep the side
Nine to five pop a nigga
Let he know don't get caught
Keep it g keep that thing by my side
Serve a set who we shootin?
Why we won't? Why we ridin?
Daddy talk? Anyone?
You ain't know? He ain't know
Better, better better, better
Say he seen it know they know
Said he won't can't keep up
Loc' he got a cold stroke
Meantime, me and my we just gon' let it go
Ay, what you thinkin' for?
Ay, what you think he say?
Everybody in and out of LA
We got niggas gettin' shizzot
And rats on the plizzot
And plus we got to deal
With these crooked ass cizzops
Aw no, the screams of a mother cry
And blaze and flames in the
Scenes of a homocide

My very first gat was a fucking deuce-deuce
In the hood late night like i had some juice
Graduated to a 38, now I'm hard
Practiced my aim up in the back yard
Had the flash on fools that scooped the heat
How I got my mothafuckin' name in the street
By now a nigga was straight bangin'
159th street is where i'm hangin'
380 in a stash spot, dash for the regal
Now rolling with the pistol was so illegal
But niggas was dying so, so fuck that
They in they league, got one and get your gat
Now it's 9's and AK's
And all kinds of shells where
A dead body lays
But never take it as a threat
To and dogg carryin' heat? Nigga you bet