Bad Azz - We From The LBC lyrics

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Bad Azz - We From The LBC lyrics

Ay yo, Hollis Give us some of that G sh** Yeah, now come on Oh sh**, come on, yeah, come on Get at me, come on Get your a** on up, come on Ey, B A D this D O G, you got some Chronic smoke I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out I can't find it so I'm lookin', can you help me out? I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout? Ey, D O G, I got some Chronic, see, I'm on my way I'm about to roll me up a blunt and than I'm on my way See, I was smokin', the whole time I was on my way And I ain't seen no one time while I was on my way Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her Man, it's a trip how they do me, oh wee Make me everywhere like into me The money and the b**hes, the cars with all the switches And the houses with the big TV's, with all the couches 'Bout to get money now, attitude with a gat or two And haters in it, always gon' be mad at you They caught us in the pen and Gang Banger, Rap Slanger Crap Slangers, Head Bangers In this motherf**er b**h, it's the B A D With the motherf**in' D O double G (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) We keep it happenin' and crackin', mackin', stackin' With my gat and I'm a Gangsta about my motherf**in' Paper Loc I'm Mr. B A D, I'm with Bigg Snoop D O double G f** being stuck, get bucks, backed up, n***a what? Me and Snoop'll shoot, we in the Coupe, we into loot, we in group n***a, we ain't hot for suit, we in your mouth We in your pocket but too Money made honey grind for me Come, show me what you done for me Homie, real hoes get money p**y, titties and a** to shake We on the strip or in the strip Club, it's cash to make We smash for cake Mad n***az wanna touch me, bad b**hes wanna f** me 'Cuz I'm taller than small this b**h n***a tryin' ta punk me (What you say?) We don't waste time, we drop proper lines And pop thighs and pop bottles of Dom Pizzle, my Nizzle, Peace to Fran Dizzle and my folks in Mississizzle, especial my Grandmizzle You fizzle dizzle what I sizzle (What you sizzle?) Just put a whole lotta gumbo in the motherf**in' Game You see the money ain't a thang, gotta represent your game How we bang it, ain't no motherf**in' thang gon' change We from the LBC, Worldwide Dogghouse Family We show you how to do it, sippin' on some [Incomprehensible] fluid Hollis, tell me why you do it, comin' through and got a boomin' Group of Gangsta G'z that's on the motherf**in' LBC (Eastside, Eastside) Groove on, groove on Move on, move one Groove on, groove on Move on, move on Groove on, groove on Move on, move on Groove on, move on Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg Bad Azz, Extravagant Records We are Dogghouse Style in ya mouth 2000, plus one, b**h Yeah, yeah, Personal Business Keep it there, Bad Azz Run your Business, my n***a Oh boy, yeah, from the Sac-Town back to the LBC Somethin' that you crawl on Get your crawl on, Bad Azz You's a motherf**in' fool, my n***a