Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, Fred Wreck in this Yeah Tha once again to drop that Crip Hop shit
[Chorus - Tray We gets payed to steal, bang for real Slang thangs at will, to blaze the steel Niggas ain't for real, cats who to peel Say you game to kill, but I don't think you
Deee] Little Goldie Loc, these hoes to me Lemme tell these motherfuckers how 'sposed to be See crime merrily and better see ya rep to Squeeze ya enemies until they can't they breath sleep, tote heat, seven days a week Whether to or to church, snow, rain, or sleet And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who wit it Ain't no snitchin, take the and get convicted, stay commited This mission is a vision to control the Leavin scents where we step and hold our own Hold that zone, it be long, we keep it pushin Livin on the edge and lookin for no cushion all in the hardcore game of death 'cause you change ya steps, once you have claimed the set no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block Or you could shake the spot, now your face is hot All that goin town, tryin to set up shop And you ain't win up nothin buster, better yo' props the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk Leave hood smokin, with the tape the chalk Young homies to the G's stay swollen with to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's Throwin C's up, up, or get rubbed out 'cause my whole squad hot and we stay out
[Chorus - Tray
[Goldie Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me Lemme these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be Mama, they got me in the shell But this time I think I'm for the state pen I got too many problems, and I sure need 'em As I to my knees and I begs for my freedom Listen for my name, so I can get I'm headed for court but time I feel strange my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the 5 o'clock, might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open I'm asleep The big situation got me stuck in a I've been squabblin everyday so my time count The major deal is that my brother me, "Take no shit" 'cause I might end up gettin out and home real quick The plan for the was to do it overseas Come to the L.B., spendin 24 G's Now you know me - straight up to no Little nappy head nigga always through the hood I kept my strap on my lap, and the clip on the seat All eyes on me, your fuckin with a G I was dedicated to seein the 'cause I keep my head on straight, with my brain on
[Chorus - Snoop
[Snoop Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas to me Lemme show you motherfuckers how 'sposed to be Keep a, bag of with the grocery And when I'm on the move I groove the fo'fifth heat
[Bad Check it out Eastsida, niggas hoes to me Now lemme show you how it's 'sposed to be I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya You shoulda, covered ya wig, I hitcha with this It no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin If it ain't a gun war, we use 'em for jackin And it's money 'round here, it's just to see it And when you spot it, don't be so sure that you got it You it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot You gotta it what you got, still livin how it pop a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak Fuck a cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac Fleetwood, seven nigga with the rag back ol' deez like a cold O.G. Used to smoke wet my day looked black Used to pack 'til my pay looked fat I have bitches transport llello packs Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang raps Hate, I like "so what", smash and get my dough up You know what, some heat at'cha when ya show up
Dogg] So niggas don't be up up on the B-A-D 'cause he be packin heat, and is D-P-G-C Uh-huh, it's off the For real, by Fred Wrizzy them niggas get dizzy For {*echo*} Gangsta shit, get some girl Yea this to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets Eastsida, be-atch!