Frost - Outlaws lyrics

(Kid Frost) We toss the heinas in the back, through the sun rooftop Blowin big out green, check out my gangsta tint Me and King T, with a fifth of Hennessey And the homey Kurupt about to blow sh** up So roll sh** up, if you got a sack of that good Have you trippin like some sherm when we bounce through yo' hood We make it happen, from the nickel plate to the platinum It's real sh**, think of it, just musical rappin (Kurupt) Check it out I'ma tell you what it is when you're f**in with a gangsta like me Throw some gold feet on the MC Bounce up and down the street with a trunk full of beats Swervin up a one-way, dippin on a Sunday Not givin a f** n***a Frost and Kurupt n***a motherf** a b**h n***a, dip and hit a switch n***a Whatchu wann' do, blaze a ounce with a n***a Blaze up a stick and bounce with a n***a You f**in with some outlaws (gangstas/what) packin on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pa** it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town {repeat 2X} (King T) Man let the summer begin The heat excites the east siders Ain't nothin but G's and lowriders Dippin in the tightest, indoed out, benzoed out Fool we got the Henn no doubt My friends show out, we stack up ends and roll out Make sure the chronic smoke blows out Them tricks got no clout, cause they hatin how we serve it Don't test T-Loc it ain't worth it, I serve it (Kurupt) I'm tired of these b**h made n***az Actin like they comin through with hammers and triggers I'll pull your whole card, n***a you ain't hard Your homey's a b**h on the left with dick on his breath I make fo's hop, what the f** do you do I done smacked around b**h n***az just like you A gangsta's a gangsta and that's all I'll be What you wanna do homey, chest blew through homey You f**in with some outlaws (gangstas/b**h) packin on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pa** it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town {repeat 2X} (Kurupt) Get high, f** erything I'm blastin on site Throwin up the hood for life Movin in loco-motion, heated cause it's on These n***az done came through and invaded the zone (Kid Frost) Now ain't no mercy when we dealin with these putos Ask the homey Kurupt, he said the feelin is mutual We lay em down on site, on GP Hit em up for la raza and for DPG (Kurupt) I got a cannon for the bustaz, f** the world Gangstas and cascades, perms and curls The M-16's b**hes, 16 switches Impalas, drops and pop collars (King T) And ain't nuttin changed, still standin by the bar Drunk as a motherf**er, shinin like a star And if you took a glance let me tell you what you saw A god damn fool, yes yes y'all You f**in with some outlaws (gangstas/..) packin on pistolas Eses load up, with them East side soldiers Roll up a fat one and pa** it around Hide the stash and cash, when my dogs hit town {repeat 2X}