Tha Eastsidaz, Bad Azz - Gang Bang 4 Real lyrics
[Tha Eastsidaz, Bad Azz - Gang Bang 4 Real lyrics]
Yeah (yea yea) uhh, yeah
Fred Wreck in this motherfucker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit
We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will
Known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel
Say you game to kill
But I don't think you will
Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
See crime merrily and better see
Ya rep to death
Squeeze ya enemies until they
Can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week
Whether to work or to church, snow, rain
Or sleet and don't bang with weak -
Motherfuckers who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the
Deal and get convicted, stay commited
This mission is a vision to control the globe
Leavin scents where we step back
And hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long
We keep it pushin
Livin on the edge and ain't
Lookin for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore game of death
Cuz you can't change ya steps
Once you have claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could shake the spot
Cuz now your face is hot
All that goin outta town
Tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster
Better check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin
Gangsta walk leave opponents hood smokin
With the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's
Stay swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
Cuz my whole squad hot and
We stay thugged out
Tray Deee, OG, these niggas holdin me
Lemme show these motherfuckers how
It's sposed to be
Mama, they got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm
Headed for the state pen
I got too many problems
And I sure don't need 'em
As I fall to my knees and
I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this
Time I feel strange
With my eyes on the gate
With handcuffs on my wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock
To leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep
Both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
I've been squabblin everyday so
My time didn't count
The major deal is that my brother told me
"Take no shit" cuz I might end up gettin out
And comin home real quick
The plan for the lick was to do it overseas
Come back to the LB, spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - straight up to no good
Little nappy head nigga always
Bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap
And steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G
I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz
I keep my head on straight
With my brain on buzz
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me
Lemme show you motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
Keep a, bag of money with the grocery
And when I'm on the move I
Groove with the fo'fifth heat
Check it out Eastsida
These niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car
Show with niggas the best
Peep the nigga that test
You shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig
'fore I hitcha with this
It ain't no motherfuckin give back
When knees is crackin if it ain't a gun war
We finna use 'em for jackin
And it's money 'round here
It's just hard to see it
And when you spot it
Don't be so fuckin sure that you got it
You make it happen or not -
You still grindin on the spot
You gotta give it what you got
Still livin how it pop
It's a do-it-all day type of thang
Make it crack-a lak fuck a jail cell
I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with
The rag back bangin ol' deez like a cold OG
Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black
Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport them llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga
I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like "so what"
Smash and get my dough up you know what
Point some heat at'cha when ya show up
So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin them niggas get dizzy for real echo
Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl
Yea this shit to gangsta
For the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!
Fred Wreck in this motherfucker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit
We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will
Known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel
Say you game to kill
But I don't think you will
Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
See crime merrily and better see
Ya rep to death
Squeeze ya enemies until they
Can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week
Whether to work or to church, snow, rain
Or sleet and don't bang with weak -
Motherfuckers who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the
Deal and get convicted, stay commited
This mission is a vision to control the globe
Leavin scents where we step back
And hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long
We keep it pushin
Livin on the edge and ain't
Lookin for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore game of death
Cuz you can't change ya steps
Once you have claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could shake the spot
Cuz now your face is hot
All that goin outta town
Tryin to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin buster
Better check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin
Gangsta walk leave opponents hood smokin
With the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's
Stay swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's
Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
Cuz my whole squad hot and
We stay thugged out
Tray Deee, OG, these niggas holdin me
Lemme show these motherfuckers how
It's sposed to be
Mama, they got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm
Headed for the state pen
I got too many problems
And I sure don't need 'em
As I fall to my knees and
I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this
Time I feel strange
With my eyes on the gate
With handcuffs on my wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock
To leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin deep
Both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
I've been squabblin everyday so
My time didn't count
The major deal is that my brother told me
"Take no shit" cuz I might end up gettin out
And comin home real quick
The plan for the lick was to do it overseas
Come back to the LB, spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - straight up to no good
Little nappy head nigga always
Bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap
And steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G
I was dedicated to seein the gangsta cuz
I keep my head on straight
With my brain on buzz
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me
Lemme show you motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
Keep a, bag of money with the grocery
And when I'm on the move I
Groove with the fo'fifth heat
Check it out Eastsida
These niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how
It's 'sposed to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car
Show with niggas the best
Peep the nigga that test
You shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig
'fore I hitcha with this
It ain't no motherfuckin give back
When knees is crackin if it ain't a gun war
We finna use 'em for jackin
And it's money 'round here
It's just hard to see it
And when you spot it
Don't be so fuckin sure that you got it
You make it happen or not -
You still grindin on the spot
You gotta give it what you got
Still livin how it pop
It's a do-it-all day type of thang
Make it crack-a lak fuck a jail cell
I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with
The rag back bangin ol' deez like a cold OG
Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black
Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport them llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga
I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like "so what"
Smash and get my dough up you know what
Point some heat at'cha when ya show up
So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D
Cuz he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin them niggas get dizzy for real echo
Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl
Yea this shit to gangsta
For the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!