We From The Lbc Lyrics - Singles - Bad Azz

Ay yo, Hollis 

Give us some of that G Shit 

Yeah, now come on 

Oh shit, come on, yeah, come on 

Get at me, come on 

Get your ass on up, come on 

Ey, B A D this D O G, you got some Chronic smoke 

I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out 

I can't find it so I'm lookin', can you help me out? 

I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout? 

Ey, D O G, I got some Chronic, see, I'm on my way 

I'm about to roll me up a blunt and than I'm on my way 

See, I was smokin', the whole time I was on my way 

And I ain't seen no one time while I was on my way 

Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha 

All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her 

Man, it's a trip how they do me, oh wee 

Make me everywhere like into me 

The money and the bitches, the cars with all the switches 

And the houses with the big TV's, with all the couches 

'Bout to get money now, attitude with a gat or two 

And haters in it, always gon' be mad at you 

They caught us in the pen and Gang Banger, Rap Slanger 

Crap Slangers, Head Bangers 

In this motherfucker bitch, it's the B A D 

With the motherfuckin' D O double G 

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) 

We keep it happenin' and crackin', mackin', stackin' 

With my gat and I'm a Gangsta about my motherfuckin' Paper Loc 

I'm Mr. B A D, I'm with Bigg Snoop D O double G 

Fuck being stuck, get bucks, backed up, nigga what? 

Me and Snoop'll shoot, we in the Coupe, we into loot, we in group 

Nigga, we ain't hot for suit, we in your mouth 

We in your pocket but too 

Money made honey grind for me 

Come, show me what you done for me 

Homie, real hoes get money 

Pussy, titties and ass to shake 

We on the strip or in the strip 

Club, it's cash to make 

We smash for cake 

Mad niggaz wanna touch me, bad bitches wanna fuck me 

'Cuz I'm taller than small this bitch nigga tryin' ta punk me 

(What you say?) 

We don't waste time, we drop proper lines 

And pop thighs and pop bottles of Dom 

Pizzle, my Nizzle, Peace to Fran Dizzle and my folks in 

Mississizzle, especial my Grandmizzle 

You fizzle dizzle what I sizzle 

(What you sizzle?) 

Just put a whole lotta gumbo in the motherfuckin' Game 

You see the money ain't a thang, gotta represent your game 

How we bang it, ain't no motherfuckin' thang gon' change 

We from the LBC, Worldwide Dogghouse Family 

We show you how to do it, sippin' on some [Incomprehensible] fluid 

Hollis, tell me why you do it, comin' through and got a boomin' 

Group of Gangsta G'z that's on the motherfuckin' LBC 

(Eastside, Eastside) 

Groove on, groove on 

Move on, move one 

Groove on, groove on 

Move on, move on 

Groove on, groove on 

Move on, move on 

Groove on, move on 

Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg 

Bad Azz, Extravagant Records 

We are Dogghouse Style in ya mouth 

2000, plus one, bitch 

Yeah, yeah, Personal Business 

Keep it there, Bad Azz 

Run your Business, my nigga 

Oh boy, yeah, from the Sac-Town back to the LBC 

Somethin' that you crawl on 

Get your crawl on, Bad Azz 

You's a motherfuckin' fool, my nigga