Goldie Loc - Now is the Time lyrics

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Goldie Loc - Now is the Time lyrics

[Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg)] Ohhh... Cha**a-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LBC, Cha**a-deee (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) La da da da da da da (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) From the LB (LB) [Tray Deee] What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines When I hit up motherf**ers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk I'm blowin' n***as hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin' n***as should think Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno You know - the general a criminal do-low Committed cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it n***as timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin' By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullsh** A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast Motherf**ers hit the deck once I go in the dash [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug [Tray Deee] Yeah n***as, how you figure that the game gon' wait? I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up f** his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty Since the game is sh**ty I gots to bang the city Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak This is the Beach, now any n***a got a rebu*tal - Gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? - then all invitations open [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug [Tray Deee] I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat And it'll take seven more C-fore I start to reach Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it n***as get checked and they sets disrespected No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up All that talkin' cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off Senseless loss, a curb where n***as piss me off Conflict with my click, get your b**h a** touched All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as f** 2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst [Hook: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time, this is the place To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced West is the Coast, East is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power bring respect Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec This is how it goes and that's how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug [Outro: Kokane] + (Snoop Dogg) *Kokane ad libs* (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy) (They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)