B-Brazy - Woop Woop lyrics

[Intro] I'm short, let's jack this n***a Let's jack these muthaf**as comin' up the muthaf**in' street Oh yeah Who is these n***as man? Ey wa**up homie? Where you stay at dog? Huh? Huh? n***a, come here muthaf**a! [Chorus: G" LEN] Westside G's, comin' with a bang Muthaf**as gon' swang on the woop woop gang (?) Woop woop, gettin' round Yo June, break 'em off, dogg [Verse 1: JUNE DAWG] Step on back and pa** the strap because it's on I drop cops with a pop like if my name was Al Capone Hard as stone as I swoop in a all black coupe It's a 211, in other words a woop woop I step around the corner, bought a sack so I can blaze Gangsta'd out from head to toe with Dulo, Len and Braze The J-U-N-E from the L-A-City I be the downest Y.G. like in all eternity Woop woop means to get you from your ends and your benz Sometimes I find myself woop woopin' on my friends My finger's on the trigger, pull back then I hit 'em And ride through the sunset, straight gangsterism [Interlude: G" LEN & B-BRAZY] Now the n***as on Figueroa is 'round (like a muthaf**a) Jack a busta for his ends then we out And you's a fool if you flex up Next up from the 'Roa is the Mr. Dulo [Verse 2: MR. DULO] Mr. Dulo comin' out shankin' fools, bankin' fools Off of that dank and brews On a Figueroa tip, if you slip you trip and get ripped Cause frustrated n***as gots the clip Just for the MAC-10, comin' with the G" Len As we just begin I gets funky as an 8-ball junkie Huh, and I say f** a honkie Best say f** me, so f** you You come to my neighborhood you get woop woop! Ain't it crazy muthaf**a, but I'm fed up And like 2Pac, I gots to keep my head up [Chorus: G" LEN] Woop woop Straight jackin', woop woop Gettin' 'round, woop woop Regulatin', woop woop On Figueroa [Interlude: G" LEN] When I'm short I feel like woopin' Take your ride, get inside and start swoopin' So when you see us comin' fool, you better run You might be a victim of the 211 [Girl singing] Oooooh, it's just another woop woop [Interlude: G" LEN] Lace they a**, Braze [Verse 3: B-BRAZY] Well ?, and I'ma break that a** on a dice game It's the Y.G. B-Braze from the Fig-gang And a coupe needs a paint and a pearl Stick 'em five-six, huh, that's how I lick 'em As for the double on the riches dogg I'm on the coupe-ball twitches, and hop 'em like a bullfrog Yep, I'ma shoot 'til I break your a**, but if I lose my cash Woop woop, I'ma jack that a** Then laugh cause you just got worked By a lil' n***a saggin' in some khakis and a t-shirt Then to my G homie for a double up And hope you hook me up so I can get the coupe cut So G" Len, won't you hit 'em? And I'ma fire up the dank n***a, and keep it gangsterism [Verse 4: G" LEN] My crew just struck, now it's time for me to strike Up a match, place a batch, get it lit, take a hit Then uh, give 'em a chunk of some real gangsta funk Got a fat sack of skunk, g'd up and I'm drunk Off tha 40-o, buckwild like a rodeo Woop sh**, get hit with the .44 You get faded, regulated The woop woop hood's located on Figueroa Come to the turf fool you bound to get stuck Creepin' in my chucks and I don't give a f** About another damn hoe, I put a tag on your toe We doin' do-lows on Figue-f**ing-roa 2-1-1, better wear a vest Woop to the woop, crazy doggs from the west Side, damn, it's time to shake the spot You come to the west side, fool you gettin' got [Chorus: G" LEN] x2 Woop woop Straight jackin', woop woop Gettin' 'round, woop woop Regulatin', woop woop On Figueroa