Letra
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Chorus: Ice Cube
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
The only way I'm quittin' if you bitches get me killed
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
Say, nigga, what the fuck you doing out here?
Screams of the room, it gives me chills as I pop one
Verse 1: Snoop Dogg
Left that boy bloody red
"Why'd you leave him layin' there?"
'Cause he ran, then he said
Take this bread and make the spread
Break it up, and, nigga, don't be scared
I was only there prepared
I began to see that he was fuckin' 'round with the feds
Locin' 'round to get inside a real rida
And have him snitchin' and gettin' real shit up outta names
40 consolidated to 44
They said he singin' like a bird everywhere he go
Case is over, more pain but no pay
And these the G's that been fuckin' up the gangbang
We all got one, nigga not one
Nigga pop one, got a shotgun, nigga drop one
You see me? That's Snoopy Whodini
Makin' niggas disappear, then pop 'em back in black teenies
To me, I keen Satan but keep that on the low
Load it up, and we already foe
And they already know
Chorus: Ice Cube
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
The only way I'm quittin' if you bitches get me killed
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
Say, nigga, what the fuck you doing out here?
Screams of the room, it gives me chills as I pop one
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
Set the stage
Turn the page
Grab the gauge
Shoot it quick
This we ride
This we wild
Doggy on some other shit
Daddy won't
Think he can't
Yeah, he will
Bet he won't
Rep the side
Nine to five
Pop a nigga
Let he know
Don't get caught
Keep it G
Keep that thing by my side
Serve a set
Who we shootin'?
Why we won't?
Why we ridin'?
Daddy talk?
Anyone?
You ain't know?
He ain't know
Better, better
Better, better
Say he seen it
Know they know
Said he won't
Can't keep up
Loc, he got a cold stroke
Meantime, me and my
We just gon' let it go
Ay, what you thinkin' fo'?
Ay, what you think he say?
Everybody in and out of LA
We got niggas gettin' shizzot
And rats on the plizzot
And plus we got to deal with these crooked ass cizzops
Aw no, the screams of a mother cry
And blaze and flames in the scenes of a homocide
Chorus: Ice Cube
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
The only way I'm quittin' if you bitches get me killed
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
Say, nigga, what the fuck you doing out here?
Screams of the room, it gives me chills as I pop one
Verse 3: MC Eiht
My very first gat was a fuckin' deuce-deuce
In the hood late night like I had some juice (Brrr)
Graduated to a .38, now I'm hard
Practiced my aim up in the backyard
Had the flash on fools that schooled the heat (geah)
How I got my mothafuckin' name in the street
By now, a nigga was straight- bangin'
159th Street is where I'm hangin'
.3-80 in the stash spot, dash to the Regal
Now rollin' with the pist-al was so illegal
But niggas was dyin' so, so fuck that
They enemy got one and get yo' gat (Geah)
Now it's .9's, and AK's
And all kinds of shells where a dead body lays (Geah)
But never take it as a threat
Do Eiht and Dogg carry heat? Nigga, you bet
Geah
Chorus: Ice Cube
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
The only way I'm quittin' if you bitches get me killed
Blasten'
Niggas drivin' 'round with they tanks and they shotguns
Say, nigga, what the fuck you doing out here?
Screams of the room, it gives me chills as I pop one
I'm blasten'
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