Brotha Lynch Hung - Territory lyrics

[Intro] What do you talk What do you talk He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory Woo what's up man Damn you one of my favorite rappers man You know we got love for you on the West Coast man Keep moving on we got big love baby! [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Man what yall think West Coast motherf**er we go hard in the paint We'll take your bank Or else you're going to take that shank End of story (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) Out of pound Out of pocket You want what with me You out of town rap n***as want to f** with me? How could they do me that? Dogg get my j**elry back? (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) sh**'s real Yall n***as better keep it real See they ain't giving west coast n***as rap deals So we got to take what we want from the coast What's yours is mine Get those Get most Get ate Get shot We'll take your sh** and make a little bit a whole lot You're just a scene to the story (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) [Interlude] I'm up out of here man It sure was nice seeing you man Damn that's a nice chain you got on too homie Yeah that's cool though But give that motherf**er up n***a [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] That's whats cracking California home for jacking f** a B We be Cadillacing and dipping Why you tripping? (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) Lay down n***a Give it up real quick On some real sh** Believe it's on Yeah the squeeze is on (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) We going to bullsh** most of the time That's why n***as stay close to the 9 I'm posted with mine I never leave the pad without it But best believe I can smash without it See sticks and stones may not break your bones But hollow points will definitely leave a hole in your dome I'm and OG n***a and I'm holding my own What's wrong? (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) [Interlude] Check this out dog I just came up on this chain From one of them out of town n***as man It's got to be worth about 100 You know what I'm saying? But for you give me 5 G's and we cool [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Straight up out the Garden B-L-O-C-C Spiderman lyrical vitamin Off wet and vicodin Ready to push your cap backwards Just like a bat catcher, body snatcher You know I had to gat you Leave you stiff as a statue Gettin' at you I act up I'm loco In the car there's a gun In the dresser wit my loco homie How could you not know We pop those lead toes Right out the window of the 64 ????? there it goes Coming to the west plus Bringin' the best equals It won't be no sequel We go as hard as a desert eagle We make'em dead people me and SN Double O-P Trouble gone Be coming your way ???? I twist it two middle fingers at you motherf**ers Touch ya, gut ya and.. 9 millimeter f** ya You don't want to know the rest it's a scary story (He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory) [Outro] Yeah Yall n***as know where yall at West Coast West or nothing Taking no prisoners Snoop Dogg Brotha Lynch Hung You know what the f** time it is n***a Creep crawling on yall motherf**ing a**