歌词
Oh Lord (Get it?)
Sho' 'nuff, what y'all would do?
Bad Azz
This is another Dogghouse experience
Feels good in here, baby
Yo, ha ha ha
Yeah, what?
If a busta ran up on you, Bad Azz, tell me what would you do?
We gettin' ready to bang, that Dogghouse gangsta gang
Psycho life, no Dogghouse nigga, so fire up the doobie
We gettin' ready to bang, that Dogghouse gangsta gang
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
I'm off in traffic tryna get it 'cause a nigga gotta eat
We can holla, if it's 'bout fillin' my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't ate
It's 'bout weight, when you workin' small shit it don't flip right
Put the wrong ties in D's, it won't sit right
Hit the wrong blunts for the weed, it won't hit right
And money don't grow on trees, so what I look like?
Make moves, can't lose if I do it thatta way
Fuck a fight, ain't nobody finna put they gat away
That's fast lane, lil' kids here'll blow your hat away
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Who got the cell phones for sale, who got it crackin' with the heat?
Who got the plug with the chop shop and parts for cars?
The ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard
Who got the hook-up with the burnout? Two-way pagers
Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser?
See me, I'm just a small part of everything major
If a busta ran up on you, Bad Azz, tell me what would you do?
We gettin' ready to bang, that Dogghouse gangsta gang
Psycho life, no Dogghouse nigga, so fire up the doobie
We gettin' ready to bang, that Dogghouse gangsta gang
Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets
I'm off in traffic tryna get it 'cause a nigga gotta eat
We can holla, if it's 'bout fillin' my plate
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain't ate
It's 'bout weight, fuck a few keys, move freight
And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate
Once you outta town, get the prices on the pounds
Shoot the number to your boy, have him come on down
With a few of those, who would know money like y'all?
All they can say is, "Damn, y'all niggas is ballin'"
Y'all back callin' all the shots 'round here
Used to have to bring two Glocks 'round here
'Bout five different gangs and the cops 'round here
And today Long Beach about as crazy as it is
And maybe we'll live if we ever even see it
Believe it, and how to get money ain't no secret
But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you learnin'
Keep on movin', you gon' see the tables keep on turnin'
First I was dusty with no paper and no hoes
Now I got bitches in the showbiz glow
So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets
Don't let the green grass fool you when you test me with some heat
'Cause bye-bye, you outta here, gone, see you later
And I'm still here, a small part of everything major
