Carl "Butch" Small - 21 Jumpstreet lyrics

[Intro: DJ EZ Dicc] Smoking a fat sack, right here on the station that plays Only platinum hits, W Ballz My dicks in your ear, caller you wanna say what? Hello? Hello? Caller? Oh the hell with it This is something new for the underground In the L.B... See you when I get back Dedicated to the East Side, Two One Street My favorite and your favorite Snoop Froggy Dogg and somebody new Tha Dogg Pound Check it out right here on the station that plays only platinum hits 187.4 on your FM dial We be taking caller number 21 for those Janet Jackson tickets So call in, 310-D.A.P.O.U.N.D That's 310-P.O.U.N.D. b**h That's Da Pound [Snoop] Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all It's the first annual G-nic and all my Doggs Are invited, so go on and light it Cause it's the first time in a long time (right) Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85 When the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride On motherf**ers like it was the thing to do Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tre, and year eighty-two (eighty-two) You know what the f** I'm talking about After party on the lake at the big homie's house And bet nobody bring a motherf**ing gun Cause everybody in the house's from two-one... [Tray Deee] Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started And you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest n***as coming realer than The Real McCoy So step with your rap and we bring the noise It's the gang of fly b**hes, homiez on the switches Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches No snitches allowed inside the crowd Cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang Finna have some fun represent two-one And bet nobody bring a mothaf**ing gun and a... [Snoop] Yeah, King Park was the location And to be a G, that was my destination (We were) lookin' up to n***as coming up before me And L.B.C. into my East Side homies..... (It's like) [Chorus] Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect) Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it) Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect) Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it) Tatatata..... [Snoop (Tray Deee)] If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip (so if you're on a mission n***a, go on and dip) We got meat to eat, ( freaks to meet) And chronic we can smoke on, (and forever get a loc on) Strolling through the Park one day Puffing on a fat a** J, with my homie named Tray Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing Back together like it was supposed to see [Tray Deee] Cause ya know I'm down with ya, to make 'em get the picture And if I have to sit ya, down then I spit ya Game from the heart, I came from the start See I was regulating, when Cragars was the Daytons [Snoop] n***a let me interact with my black croaker sacks* And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?) Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters While I'm rolling with the Steelers and k**in' with the raiders [Tray Deee] And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke [Snoop] Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah) And just for a second we're waking 'em up (continue) Giving up game on this tight a** beat With a small dedication, to two-one street