Rick Rock - Pop Pop Bang lyrics

[Intro] [Hook x2] Pop Pop Bang Do my Diddy Claim my gang Rep my city [Verse 1] One, two, three it's me Baby bopper, I'm hot as lava, I gotta be Eight bottles, a lot of models, a pot of bean[?] Top dollar, the blue impala, know what I mean? Drifting away, you, you can't keep running away I wanted to say, we play the original way Either you stay, lay the pistol or pay We official, okay? I got cooked up dope sent down from the bay From my cousin Ricky, with the sticky icky West coast baby girl, come and f** with me [Hook x2] [Verse 2] People come from everywhere to get a dose of the Cali life Like palm trees and bomb weed Riding on that sunset night Home of the crips, yeah cuz that's us Relative, gotta live, what it do blood? Only grind one time, yeah that's the digs[?] Better get some heat, when you're creeping through the beach To each his own, the leash is long Turn it up and get your T.C on And tell em' Snoop Dogg sent him to the block Let it rock while it not Motherf**er, show you how to west coast [Hook x2] [Verse 3 - Daz] Homie keep it gangster, tell me how do these feel Pop pop bang, swing it on three wheels House party g[?], we raised off of g-sh** When it's time to get at it, you know we get sea-sick We with the business by any means necessary You can't f** with us homie, we'll [?] and make it scary I popped her cherry, and she gave it up in a flash We wanna bang with Snoop, we wanna bang with Daz Hop inside a g-ride and glide, take a voyage Back to the east side, east side's where we're going Where the hustlers [?] us raw with no worries at all When you learn to see [?] before you learn to crawl [Hook x2] [Outro]