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Just ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
it up, fire up, got the rag and the bag
Just ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
Six-deuces, in the back poppin' flags
Throw Ya Hood Up (Throw Ya Up)
Ride out, I'm a cock it nigga, let it fly out
Just ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
Mash on, fuck these get ya blast on homie

Tired of the bullshit, let me show ya how it's
Never gave a about these bitch niggaz or the ones
Run up on you and your homeboys
Got a semi for you and homeboys nigga
On these niggaz, run it I own these niggaz
Just me and up on these niggaz
Man it, hit they spot quick
Hit the pot where the sit
The kitchen, shut down the
Under the is our shit
101 motherfucker, all profit now
Dogg Pound, catch me with the on the ground
Stampedin', stompin', what the goin' down
Tell me homie, what you it later or now?
Sit it down busta boy, or a toy
Bust your boy to let ya know the noise
Get on like alloy
Your whole hood's full of niggaz
Bustas, mark bitches and
Hittin' niggaz up like you lookin' at nigga?

Just throw ya up (Throw ya hood up)
it up, fire up, got the rag and the bag
Just throw ya up (Throw ya hood up)
Six-deuces, Chevrolet's in the back poppin'
Throw Ya Up (Throw Ya Hood Up)
out, I'm a cock it back nigga, let it fly out
Just throw ya hood up (Throw ya up)
Mash on, these niggaz get ya blast on homie

Dillinger:]
I see a lot of motherfuckers say they
But when they in the spot they be tuckin' chain
Don't trip a cold killa fresh off the street
Your skip a beat, knockin' fools right off they feet
be me like the way I sound and rap, runnin' the map
(Get hit the strap nigga for talkin' that smack)
You got me up nigga, stay down with what you get
Eastside Long Beach, my niggaz will
Got the streets me, everybody is grimey
21st Street in Long is where you can find me
So push back, yeah yo I did that
spots nigga where all the dealers hang at
(This nigga on the ave') Where you bang?
(He tried to bang on Daz) What you
(He tried to wave his flag) That ain't the
(And when we catch him nigga) Bang-bang-bang
I'm a stone cold rapper with money to
With money to earn, niggaz will learn
(When they see me in the party be givin' it up)
This for my niggaz and my bitches so

Just throw ya hood up (Throw ya up)
Throw it up, up, got the rag and the bag
throw ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
Six-deuces, in the back poppin' flags
Throw Ya Hood Up (Throw Ya Up)
Ride out, I'm a cock it nigga, let it fly out
throw ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
Mash on, fuck these niggaz get ya on homie

Dillinger:]
Yeah, we to see who the livest gangbanger
Up in this motherfucker, female to male
We gon' do it a little somethin' this
Do the Eastside run motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!)
Do the Northside run motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!)
Do the Southside run motherfucker? (Hell Yeah!)
Do the Westside run this (Hell Yeah!)

I'm back up out the black smoke, ready for whatever ya
I ain't talkin' shit, I'll be the first to swing
This the hood life, young niggaz doin' anything for hood stripes
(Nigga we just for a club fight)
Late night when them go off
When I up on a nigga and his head blown off
You gotta be it to be throwin' ya set up

Get outta lines, bounds, get wet up
Chipped, split, out
I'm a go Cube on niggaz, and take 'em to the hood
And show 'em how 'sposed to bang and pitch in
Swervin', I got hush puppies to crack for bitches
It's me and Daz, citywide bangers

Just throw ya hood up (Throw ya up)
Throw it up, up, got the rag and the bag
Just throw ya up (Throw ya hood up)
Six-deuces, in the back poppin' flags
Ya Hood Up (Throw Ya Hood Up)
Ride out, I'm a it back nigga, let it fly out
throw ya hood up (Throw ya hood up)
Mash on, fuck these niggaz get ya blast on