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Bad Azz - Ready 2 Bang lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Snoop Dogg] Shabba-dabba-doo Bad Azz,this is another Dogghouse experience Uh,feels good in here Baby Yoo-haa,ha-ha [Chorus] If a busta ran up on you Bad Azz tell me what would you do We get Ready 2 Bang That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,ahh ahow Psycho like no Dogghouse niggaz So fire up the doo-doo We get Ready 2 Bang That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang,Westcoast [Verse 1] Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late It's about weight,when you workin' smart shit it don't flip right Put the wrong ties and dees it won't slip right Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won't hit right And money don't grow on trees so what I look like Make moves,can't lose if I do it that way Fuck a fight,ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away That's fast lane,lil' kids here to blow your head away Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets Who got the cell phones for sale,who got it crackin' with the heat Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser See me,I'm just a smart brother everything made for [Chorus] [Verse 2] Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets I'm often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat We can holla if it's 'bout fillin' my plate I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't late It's about weight,fuck a few ki's move freight And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate Once you outta town get the prices on the pound Shoot the number to your boy have him come on down With a few of those who know money like y'all All Lakers say is "Damn,y'all niggaz is ballin" Y'all back callin' all shots round here Used to have to bring two Glocks round here It's about five different gangs and the cops round here And today Long Beach's about as crazy as it is And maybe we'll live,every ever even see it Believe it and how they get money ain't no secret But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on turnin' First I was destined with no paper and no hoes Now I got bitches in the show biz glow So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets Don't let the green grab fool you tryin' to test me with some heat Cuz bye bye you outta here,gone see you later When I'm still here a small part outta everything major |
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