Viper, 2 Eleven, Rasheeda, Rasheed - Bring The Noise lyrics

Uh, one time for the whole U-S-of-A
Rasheed in the house, it's ya boy
211 in the house we gon' do it like this
We gon' do it like this uh, uh

One time for your mind
'fore we kick the gramma'
Gotta keep it real, no smoke the
One two three, peep a G in the cut
Comin' around, I keep it real, I
Break it down, but nigga, what?
That's how it is, cold as sky
'cuz me and tha' grinda's
Lookin' for the ambulance
Got a motherfuckin' double dance
Trance, fill it with trace, ghost
I'm on a phaser, don't give it I gotta amaze
Anotha' motherfucka'
Feel it comin' from the depths
Lyrically I break 'em down
And I'm lyrically cut with the weapon
Like the niggas give us a call
Breakin' it down
Never givin' a damn i'm a dog
That's it - My niggas comin' and you quittin'
We keepin' it lyrically
We got it all in this cut spittin'
One two three, represent in the cold
Got the motherfuckin' rap let the rap reload
It's the

Two G, me and my boys
Comin' round your block and we
'bout to bring the noise, uh
Two G, me and my boys
(What, what, what, what what)
Comin' round the block and we 'bout
To bring the noise noise
Two G, me and my boys (What, what what)
Comin' round the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, uh
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' round the block and we
'bout to bring the noise

Uh what, uh what, what, uh what, uh what
What nigga sound like some butt fuck
Nigga and post up
The mothafuckin' pistol automatic
With the Glock see these boys as I feel
On the god damn block (Uh)
Now hit's the spot
Drivin' out coz niggas they be high (Uh, oh)
Killin' with my clip and automatic as I pop
Watch em all stop, wait, Biggie and Pac
Guns rock, Niggas will be
Steppin' - I'll drop, nigga
I bought these niggas coz I
See 'em like my enemies
Smoke ya boys up, I'm blazed off mad trees
(Uh) 211, Rasheed, and (that nigga Lee Dogg)
Don't give a damn, we take the niggas to the
(Hm-m)
Mr cold, nigga's go to the promise land
For bringin' em up and niggas got
My Glock in my fuckin' hand (What?)
See me nigga, can't be me ballin'
Ask me, a real G, in 2000 see? (Uh)
'Cause it's the two G, me and my boys (What?)
Comin' around the block and we 'bout
To bring the noise noise (What, what, what?)
The two G, me and my boys
(Uh what, uh what, what?)
Comin' around the block and we 'bout
To bring the noise noise
Two G, me and my boys
(Uh what, uh what, what?)
Comin' around the block and we 'bout
To bring the noise noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise

It's tha player from the south side of A-C T
All them boys know me, J-R-ID-E
Yes it's me, and I gotta pimp it up
Comin' through them britches showin'
Much much love i'm bangin' and I'm cummin'
And I'm bangin and screwin'
You know how them boys out
The deep south will do
Much love to them boys in that Acres Home
Much love in the North Side
They got it goin' on
Anyway, back to the mic and I'm
Gonna keep on flippin' it
Keep on rippin' it, keep on trippin' it
Pass me my microphone and two triple O O
That's how it go that's that boy deep low
Comin' through, aka j-Ride
Baby boy you know me, it's just your baby bro
And I'm gonna keep bustin' rhymes 'til
The day that I ride
And jizz-ide and rizz-ide and
Lizz-ide and pres-ide two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise
Two G, me and my boys
Comin' around the block and we
'bout to bring the noise, noise