[LH3]
Ingle... Wood
Hey
Green Eyez...
[GREEN EYEZ]
Four-Seven-Eight-Nine-Deuce
Young Gangsta Green Eyez and I'm about to let loose
And put it down for my true n***as yound riders
And Inglewood be the home of these f**in' West Siders
80 of the 94 swerve
Homies banged out flamed up red Chucks off the curb
Young-a** YG's who love to get active
And b**hes on our nuts cause it's ready so it's crackin'
But I gives a f** I'ma put the homies first
Cause my loved ones go ridin' worst come to worst
And go bang-bang-bang, up jumps the boogie
And every n***a from the hood got shootin' sk**s with the G's to the rookies
Slangin' cookies I came up just that little
But now I'm puttin' down in these gangsta rhythms
[GREEN EYEZ]
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-a** G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-a** G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
[GREEN EYEZ]
Now I'm back duece times, b**hes on my nuts
Screamin' go Green Eyez but you ain't givin' a f**
Cause if I did, I get caught up in this punk sh**
Now I was lock down for three years without a punk b**h
On the yard hittin' weights, tryin' to get ??
For ???? the day I parole
Touch down on the streets and start puttin' in work
And checkin' every n***a outhere that was straight sprayin' dirt
Puttin' ?? on my name or smilin' in my face
But like the big homie said: let the b**h stay in his place
And that's real cause n***as act like hoes
And behind these punk-a** is the f**in' po-po's
Bustin' 44's in 98 was straight drama
And I put down on my unborn kids and my baby mama
[GREEN EYEZ]
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-a** G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-a** G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
[GREEN EYEZ]
Now let me speak upon this punk-a** n***a
Oh yeah, it ain't over dog, got still pull the trigga
And lay your mark-a** down for sure
And on my hood all the Inglewood is like f** 1.0
Cause you f**in' with the truest YG izzhog
And every n***a I kicked with is a real Inglewood and B-Dawg
The 92's, 80's and 77's
I hail your hoe f**in' plot film at 11
And this sh** is purse on n***a ain't straight for you
So keep gankin' that n***a Big and Squeak Ru
Cause that's how you gotta do these motherf**in' busters
And if they step outta line straight slappin' motherf**ers
[GREEN EYEZ]
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-a** G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's...
[LH3]
Can you feel me