Green Eyez - Up Jumps the Boogie lyrics

[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