B-Nice - B.O.W Down lyrics

[Intro] Westside Connect Gang Connect Gang, bing bing bang [Verse 1 : Turtle No Joke] They call me Turtle No, Bow down when you see me Quick to leave yo girl tongue smelling like some semen Pull up in a demon, all red when you see it Man these b**hes on me, boy I feel like Willie Beamen n***as can't see me so they try to R.I.P me Teach you alphabets, autograph is after this Went to grab some chips, f**ed around & bagged yo b**h Send my dog to eat everything that the maggots missed [Verse 2 : Oktane] West coast n***a named Oktane It ain't the same, ain't no game n***a stop playing I'm made a plan with my people, hand in hand with my people Now I'm finna be the man with my people, look up [Verse 3 : Price] Hey, I'm Price and I'm capitaine of the winner team I f** her with the music loud so they can't hear her scream Either I'm making or I'm spending green, ain't no in-betweens Everywhere I step, I got that glow just like that Billie Jean [Verse 4 : Audio Push] [Oktane] We walkin' it better than we can talk it over here Minimum flexin', juggin', and flossin' over here [Pricetag] Life is awesome over here, the women camp out, we stand out Call us what you want but just don't call us for no handouts n***a! [Verse 5 : B-Nice] Yo, wa**up my name is B Nice, and I'm hash as f** Bow down to my black belt or meet my nunchucks It's fun stuff, finish any line you cross, run up Orchestrate a summer party that a get you done up [Hook - x4] Bow Down! (When we come to yo town) Bow Down! (Only real ones around) [Verse 6 : N.No] Look, they call me N.No the low, cutthroat These n***as bow down, semi-automatic, all plastic That b**h go blac-ow, i need the guap now Play me soft and it get hostile, street n***a baby I pull up and bring the block out [Verse 7 : Clacc] Bit-b**hes praise Clacc, bow down on the dick Choppa got kick, make him spin around when he hit Weststide, k**a gang, beat, beat bang , evil side, 2 gang Blue rag, blue flame, you sad, you lame, sh** ain't change n***a [Verse 8 : Seriious] Double I'm sick of n***as screamin' they the realist (ya ain't real) But ain't never met a k**er, I grew up around some n***as Thats been k**in for a living Can take yo b**h and introduce her to this pimpin' That's a given, in the kitchen wrist whippin', I'm a chemist I'm the man in this building, you a tenant, lil n***a it's a difference B-O-dub, that's the label n***a listen Tell the homies, "Green light", I'm competition [Hook - x4] Bow Down! (When we come to yo town) Bow Down! (Only real ones around) [Verse 9 : Fat Trel] Hey look! Got a bunch of bad b**hes on the tour bus If she f**s me in the game that's for sure luck Don't believe me all these n***as wanna be me Everytime them b**hes see me on the on the genie I for sure f** Got the double cup stuffed with the ice tray Shut the f** up pay attention what the mic say If you listen you can live it n***a night-day But you gon' sing it how i wrote it like I say Turn a deuce into three like Mike J Man, my b**h might f** or she might pay I'm just pushin' Audio like white ba** Shoot it 'til the cops stop in the right lane Man, the Tec might jam or it might bang And I don't think my brain in the right thang Westcoast, let's go, best though Throw it in the pot like [Petrol?] [Hook - x4] Bow Down! (When we come to yo town) Bow Down! (Only real ones around)