歌词
Geah, thug shit, nigga, G's in the Y2K
Hey what can I say? Hoo-Bangin' is official, nigga
And right now we gon' do some of that real thug shit for that ass
Geah, it's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit, check it out
Feel a little gust of wind so I jet
This real nigga dwells from Compton, no shit
Thug sound right now, carjacks and sales
County bus rolls through, niggas trip to jail
What the hell? Won't trade it, high class, can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
Y'all niggas hate to give the thugs they props
Land of the green weed and cars that bunny hop
Don't stop, packin' my heat in cold weather
Guaranteein' my hollow goes tough through your leather
Whatever the rhyme play or the nine play
It's a done deal when I hit your runway
Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
I will spit street shit and the money we keep makin'
Never makin' a bump, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 Hittin' your body, takin' a big chunk
'Til I die, nothin' but makin' cheese
'Til I die, tryin' to come up on keys
'Til I die, nothin' but guns and weed
'Til I die, givin' you just what you need
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Steals my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line nigga, the dollars is mine, nigga
But I'm kinda fast when I spit the nine trigger
'Til my dyin' day I lie awake
'Til my very last breath, nigga, I swore to make you pay
Guilty conscience? Never me
Last night nigga done caught the felony
Jealousy tried to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke true gunsmoke, watch out, loc
Shakedown 'cause these niggas fuckin' with yours
Get down where you fit in even if it's a backdoor
Or the window, tie up the ho, where's the snow?
Tryin' to hand me your pocketbook, I want mo'
Locked down, put me on a bus downtown
Now my outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
'Til I die, nothin' but makin' cheese
'Til I die, tryin' to come up on keys
'Til I die, nothin' but guns and weed
'Til I die, givin' you just what you need
'Til I die, nothin' but makin' cheese
'Til I die, tryin' to come up on keys
'Til I die, nothin' but guns and weed
'Til I die, givin' you just what you need
'Til I die it's gon' be H-double-O
B-A-N-G-I-N fo' sho'
Niggas never thought that they would ever see me
With my uh, blue rag buddy from the C-P-T
We be kickin' in doors, squeezin' four-fours
Shovin' thirty clips and fully MAC one-ohs
So as the clock's tickin' and the plot thickens
We be juggin' up sherm and rockin' up chickens
It's time to elevate the game, turn it up a notch
And bust on a motherfuckin' neighborhood watch
My money greener than a clover in a 4-6 Rover
I'll be a millionaire, thuggin' until it's all over
I'll take a ice cold forty if Cristal ain't what they servin'
Me and a Persian holdin' a six-four blowin' doja while we swervin'
Keep that off the hook greed and determination in my eye, nigga
Need my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die, nigga
'Til I die, nothin' but makin' cheese
'Til I die, tryin' to come up on keys
'Til I die, nothin' but guns and weed
'Til I die, givin' you just what you need
'Til I die, nothin' but makin' cheese
'Til I die, tryin' to come up on keys
'Til I die, nothin' but guns and weed
'Til I die, givin' you just what you need
