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[Kokane & Dogg}]
Oh.......Chassa-dee
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}
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{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}

[Tray
What up 'cause? You know aint different on mines
I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes
It's a statement I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk
I'm blowin niggaz off as soon as my gat cough
The last you rappin niggaz should think
Is you can never get a scratch Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets over beef you dont with uno - you know
The a criminal do low
Admit I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin
By my I'm a answer to society's hate
A true rider with the mind - I him outta his way
Fools petty and they ready comin with bullshit
A clip with jewell will hit like a mule kick
A hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the

[Chorus: Snoop
Now is the
This is the
To back the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the
Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power brings
Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the
This is how it goes and how it's done
2-1 in the land of the fun

[Tray
Niggaz how ya figure that the game wait
I came home straight from the pen to take your
no chase this paper comin soon as I post up
And watch the victom's clock and him choppin his dough up
Fuck the his up stripped, gagged and roped up
the whole cut and he be sure negotiative
I'm ruthless I shoot and bloods alike
Thug for life - come and catch the tonight
mental frame feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I gotsta bang the
gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat
Grab strap jacket mack to the tinted to peep
This is the beach now any nigga got a
Kobe what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle
Struggle hard for my and intend to hold it
You want it? Then all invitations

[Tray
I take old B's put 'em in the street
Then thats seven more busta's who claim got heat
And then it seven more C's before I start to reach
Then 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets
Tray Deee do it easy fool so dont expect it
Niggas get checked and they disrespected
No question I'm all you ever thought you was
you ran across the boss and now you coughin up blood
Shoot first fools curse before they kick up
gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up
All they talkin cause I'm chalkin districts off
Since this loss a purple nigga's me off
Conflict with my get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as
2-1 till I'm done run from the turf
Check the boy we mash on run get it even worse

[Kokane & {Snoop
[Kokane mumbling until the
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}