Gang Bang 4 Real - Bad Azz Lyrics - Duces 'n Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way - Snoop Dogg

Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah 

Fred Wreck in this motherfucker 

Yeah Tha Eastsidaz 

Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit 

[Chorus - Tray Deee] 

We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real 

Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel 

Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel 

Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will 

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[Tray Deee] 

Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me 

Lemme tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be 

See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death 

Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they breath 

Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week 

Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet 

And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it 

Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay commited 

This mission is a vision to control the globe 

Leavin scents where we step back and hold our own 

Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it pushin 

Livin on the edge and ain't lookin for no cushion 

It's all in the hardcore game of death 

'cause you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set 

Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block 

Or you could shake the spot, 'cause now your face is hot 

All that goin outta town, tryin to set up shop 

And you ain't win up nothin buster, better check yo' props 

Keep the sag hangin, rag swangin, gangsta walk 

Leave opponents hood smokin, with the tape the chalk 

Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese 

Insane to the brain, rollin twenty's on D's 

Throwin C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out 

'cause my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out 

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[Chorus - Tray Deee] 

[Goldie Loc] 

Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin me 

Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be 

Mama, they got me in the shell again 

But this time I think I'm headed for the state pen 

I got too many problems, and I sure don't need 'em 

As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom 

Listen for my name, so I can get chain 

I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange 

With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist 

I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence 

5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet 

I feel the heat it's gettin deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep 

The big situation got me stuck in a drought 

I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't count 

The major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit" 

'cause I might end up gettin out and comin home real quick 

The plan for the lick was to do it overseas 

Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's 

Now you know me - straight up to no good 

Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the hood 

I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat 

All eyes on me, when your fuckin with a G 

I was dedicated to seein the gangsta 'cause 

I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz 

[Chorus - Snoop Dogg] 

[Snoop Dogg] 

Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me 

Lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be 

Keep a, bag of money with the grocery 

And when I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat 

[Bad Azz] 

Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me 

Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be 

I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death 

We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the best 

Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest 

You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with this 

It ain't no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin 

If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin 

And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see it 

And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin sure that you got it 

You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot 

You gotta give it what you got, still livin how it pop 

It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak 

Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac 

Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back 

Bangin ol' deez like a cold O.G. 

Used to smoke wet 'til my day looked black 

Used to pack techs 'til my pay looked fat 

I have bitches transport them llello packs 

Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps 

Hate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough up 

You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya show up 

[Snoop Dogg] 

So niggas don't be runnin up up on the B-A-D 

'cause he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C 

Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy 

For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy 

Makin them niggas get dizzy 

For real {*echo*} 

Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl 

Yea this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets 

Eastsida, be-atch!