Tha Eastsidaz, Xzibit, Pinky, Kurupt, CPO - Big Bang Theory lyrics
Xzibit [Alvin Nathaniel Joiner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tha Eastsidaz, Xzibit, Pinky, Kurupt, CPO - Big Bang Theory lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr
X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt the kingpin
DoggHouse Records takin over the
Shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah
Check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets
And shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until
The wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets
And shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands rocked
Out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until
The wheels fall off)
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off
Hauled off blast wit somethin and I breaks
All the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face
Blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on
Let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers
That I don't care
It's a symphony composed of
Killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin
Dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow
Or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops retreat
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet
Survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Ain't tryin ta put the mark of
The beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman
My pistols aim directly from Iran
Looking from a third eye
I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like
I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop
A pill up in your drink
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag
Here's cheese you work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz
I like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When I jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout get known
I want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So, donate the fuckin cheese
That you're earnin'
Rotate the fuckin weed that you're burnin'
Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam
Rollin crack, blow blocks in half
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay
Off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we
Givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims
If they slippin trippin, on the mission and
My trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome
One twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once
The clip in the chrome this is the zone
Weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want
Whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots
Keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang
It's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and ain't gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr
X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt the kingpin
DoggHouse Records takin over the
Shit in the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah
Check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee
Gon rock and roll the streets
And shake the whole city
Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities
(we gon bounce and ball until
The wheels fall off)
I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee
Gon rock and roll the streets
And shake the whole city
Affiliated with thousands rocked
Out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until
The wheels fall off)
Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off
Hauled off blast wit somethin and I breaks
All the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face
Blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show my face, with my rag on
Let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers
That I don't care
It's a symphony composed of
Killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through the hood, duckin
Dodgin the heat
My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow
Or sleet
Us niggas gon eat, makin troops retreat
Losin the jeep, runnin on feet
Survivin off the land money and
Gun in hand, operation quicksand
Ain't tryin ta put the mark of
The beast on my hand
I had to bless the head of a military man
Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan
All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband
Fuck a middleman
My pistols aim directly from Iran
Looking from a third eye
I spot the hidden cam
I know what you look like
I know how you think
I'm the type of bitch to pop
A pill up in your drink
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag
Here's cheese you work your fuckin employees
You know you get all excited like that
Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz
I like it like that, bitch
I kill drama, shit get action packed
When I jump out the black stealth bomber
Cuz it's bout get known
I want the fuckin mansion pad
To heal that bitch sittin on
So, donate the fuckin cheese
That you're earnin'
Rotate the fuckin weed that you're burnin'
Don't fuck with Bossy off the glam
Rollin crack, blow blocks in half
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay
Off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
20 inches whippin all we
Givin hittin switches
Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims
If they slippin trippin, on the mission and
My trigga finga itchin
Positioned at your dome
One twitch and it's on
No remorse or second thoughts once
The clip in the chrome this is the zone
Weak niggas covers get blown
Stoned killers and gorillas want
Whatever you want
Shake spots with bank nots
Keep the thang cocked
And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops
We the gang
It's our thang to mash and maintain
Gangbang slang came and ain't gon change
All out till we fall out, fuck the world
DoggHouse style with the chucks and curls