Teena Marie - Up Jump Tha Boogie lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Up jump tha boogie to the bang bang boogie While you're bangin on ya baby OG's That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang homey If I'm hangin it's with DPG *repeat* Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg Some do the things that they do cos they dumb And some do the things that they do for crumbs I do mine for me ya see? Not the big homey double O-G Scared to do your own work, man that's foul And that's the reason why I had to shoot you down Because you never should've tried to work my Dogg And the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo' Lil G's keep heat so big G's freeze, geez! Johnny Rockafella went to jail-er Few many times too many and became a teller They sell a n***a dreams if he want em But they won't sell you the game to get up on em Ya tryin ta find em cos you want em, they shook out Get the book out and when the pitch come, n***a look out It ain't hard to pump up the lil homies n***a But it's hard for your b**h a** to get wit us But it's steel, you put it in their head That at 13 they better off dead (now they gone) Chorus Verse 2: Kurupt Aiyo Snoop, why when n***as get into the bracket Of makin loot, n***as want trip Spittin like you 'spose to be from the hood Show me love n***a or don't show me sh** Feel the fever, million dollar male like Cole Severs Made a non-believin man into a believer Receive a cheque the next day, my homies say "it's the way to get paid", DP's invade I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (why?) Trippin cos you know the bomb's at where I'm at Well if that's the case you shoulda roll Wit the PG instead of losing control (motherf**er) This is how we do, Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop n***as from Sets be tryin to set you up cos you set in your ways So ask DJ Pooh what pays Chorus Verse 3: Snoop Dogg Just what we need, bangin on wax, another crip(what's up cuz) What you gon' do n***a, jack the mothership? You're like a actor wit another script Predictable as Rambo wit another clip(busta) How many n***as you gon' k** in your verse? You need to sit down and learn to get down first Cos, uhh, real hoo-bangers are toast-slangers Not part-time FBI singers n***as havin bad intentions, sendin BG's on a mission One move too many, n***a you missin Listen you f** wit the cyco-lic-no Loony a** n***a from your H-doubleO-D n***as got too flossy from all the sacs they tossin But guess what it cost me, they crossed me But before I give a n***a a 9 I'd rather give a n***a a mic and write him a rhyme Chorus x1 1/2