Beanie Sigel Lyrics
6. For My Niggaz
Featuring Daz Dillinger
Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man! [Daz] Y'all niggas get ready to get high! What we doin in here y'all, huh? Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin Drinkin, c'mon [HOOK:] This for my niggas on the east coast rollin Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin All my niggas in the street wit caine Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin Six-four rollin, three wheel motion All my dogs on the block just loc'n Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up [Verse 1] B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again I'm in the club with the fifth again West coast niggas sippin gin East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in I'm in the back where it's dark as hell Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh [HOOK] [Verse 2] I'm on the block til the pack get sold Don't pack just roll Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes That's right fuck coppers holmes We bust choppers holmes We on the block sent them choppers on Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off From pickin up bitches, hittin switches St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo [HOOK] [Verse 3] All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails Say fuck they PD's and duck jail Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie Don't gangsta lookie Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies? Call state to the Staples Center The four quake'll put staples in ya Nigga zip up your stomach Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off From pickin up bitches, hittin switches St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo [HOOK 2X] [Daz] Yeah, (I make 'em walk) Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt) Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound) For life, do it like that, put your hands up! (Kurupt) Make them switches bounce nigga California put your hands up nigga Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga Don't play no games fool And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans... Bouncin, bouncin...
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