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[Kokane & {Snoop
Oh.......Chassa-dee
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}
La da da da da da da
{They say Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
the LB....LB
{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}

Deee]
What up You know aint nothin different on mines
When I hit up with that look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no
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 with Tray Deee on the
On the streets over beef you compete with uno - you know
The a criminal do low
'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I tension and thinkin
By my presence I'm a answer to society's
A true rider with the mind - I him outta his way
Fools and they ready steady comin with bullshit
A full clip with will hit like a mule kick
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the

[Chorus: Snoop
Now is the
This is the
To bang the khakis with the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the
Long is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power respect
the set I gotsta grab the tech
This is how it goes and thats how it's
Eastside 2-1 in the of the fun

Deee]
Niggaz how ya figure that the gon' wait
I came home straight from the pen to take place
Aint no chase this paper comin as I post up
And watch the clock and catch him choppin his dough up
the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up
Take the whole cut and he be sure
I'm ruthless I shoot and bloods alike
Thug for life - and catch the slug tonight
Insane mental frame no shame or pitty
Since the game is I gotsta bang the city
gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat
Grab jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep
This is the beach now any nigga got a
eatin what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle
Struggle for my title and intend to hold it
You it? Then all invitations open

[Tray
I take old B's put 'em in the street
Then thats seven busta's who claim they got heat
And then it takes seven C's before I start to reach
Then thats 2-1 for the set now stretch out in the streets
Tray Deee never do it easy fool so expect it
Niggas get checked and they sets
No question I'm all you ever thought you was
Till you ran across the boss and now you up blood
Shoot first curse before they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust then gonna have to pick loc up
All they talkin cause I'm whole districts off
Since loss a purple nigga's piss me off
Conflict with my clique get bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb it's as sick as fuck
2-1 till I'm never run from the turf
Check the boy we mash on run get it even worse

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