Willy Will - Dem Boyz lyrics

[Intro: E-40] And all the n***as f** with it cause all the b**hes f** with it And all the b**hes f** with it cause all the n***as f** with it And all the n***as f** with it cause all the b**hes f** with it And all the b**hes f** with it cause all the n***as f** with it b**h! [Hook: Y.V.] Dem boyz goin rep hold down they turf Can't shaime them boyz they game don't work They don't really want that dem boys come to ya Aim a bird over ya head them boys got gouda Don't f** with dem boyz (don't f** with dem boyz) Don't f** with dem boyz (don't f** with dem boyz) Don't f** with dem boyz (don't f** with dem boyz) Don't f** with dem boyz (Beitch!) [Verse 1: E-40] Don't f** with them boyz them lil n***as got ammo Tear the head off a bat them lil n***as is animal Come up with street money off them schemes and scandals I'm from the real world with crooks, k**ers, and vandals (Crooks k**ers and vandals?) all over the gouda Crack ya cranium open don't let the skinny jeans fool ya He's the driver, I'm the shooter, we the dynamic duo I'm from northern California but we call it Califoonia (uhh) Been ga**ed without the propane (propane) Dope game before the c**aine (c**aine) I'm so natural like a afro (like a afro) Like ball players spit tobacco R.I.A. switching lanes with my lade (lade) I season up season down so you can't play me (play me) Man them boys got pies They a point the long barrow right between ya eyes b**h! [Hook] [Verse 2: E-40] Uhh, drunk cla**es, in and outta court (outta courts) Too many DUI's, drinking is my favorite sport [burps] Money, clothes, cars and s** Street so cold mane they need some Mucinex Never hustle backwards mane I always hustle forward She say she got some money for me, 40 all for it I'm from the 707 where they grow it and smoke it If it's alcohol in it then ya know I'mma po' it Uhh, I take it back to the eighties When I was serving ya mama the reason why ya crack babies (crack babies?) Which I don't really like to brag about I had style just before they brought swagger out No one on the corner like us Dookie rolled chains and them gumby haircuts Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks We'll never be them they just wanna be us Uhh [Hook:] [Bridge: E-40] And all the n***as f** with it cause all the b**hes f** with it And all the b**hes f** with it cause all the n***as f** with it And all the n***as f** with it cause all the b**hes f** with it And all the b**hes f** with it cause all the n***as f** with it Uhh, beitch! No one on the corner like us Dookie rolled chains and they gummy haircuts Them boyz just talking they ain't got no bucks We'll never be them they just wanna be us Uhh [Hook:]