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IBWC's in the house, foolAnd Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafuckaAnd I'm sendin this out to all my homies in the west coastYo-Yo, kick that!(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 1 ]Back once again, rushin yo ass like a green lightYo-Yo's back and puttin up another mean fightBooty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terrorTrue to the game, fakin neverYou know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll scrub if I have toBeatin fools down, stompin em in the groundSee, hoes be gettin mad, tryin to step to the Yo-YoBecause they man be at em blowin kisses at my photoSee, I'll hang yo ass by a treeGettin chopped while your neck snap at 3Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen meIt's cause I wreck shit and disappear like a genieLetras de cancionesA beanie is what the girlies wear when we're mobbinIBWin, true fuckin crewin, you threw in the towel When I started walkin the road to stylesLeavin dead bodies for miles and milesYeah, come on(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 2 ]Creepin like a tagger, got my stripes and I'm goldenPop my JVC in my deck, and now I'm rollinOh and, if you didn't know that I be blowinDope funk tracks back to back, and they so fatDealin with a gangster man who's got a gangster planFor those who don't understandMy motto's just like the lotto's:Gotta say fuck it and make may ducatsStayin on the d-l, so when you see me later, alligatorI'll be out a while, crocodileGettin real funky on my shit for nine-trey>From the west to the east with my homies fade awayI can rock you harder than the ave'So don't be mad if I smash this beat through your monkey assI'm just IBWin with my crew andDoin what we doin, this is how we do itCome on(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)(Get down, get down, get down)[ VERSE 3 ]I cop a little beat for the Yo to come off onAnyway you ride it, you still can get your flow onSo listen while I g-o and break some niggas' egoYo-Yo be rippin shit, but you don't hear me thoughIt's one of those Saturdays, and we're hanginRollin 7 deep in my homie's station wagonLookin all faded, eyes redder than a appleStop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snappleEyes all redded from the Thai, grab some ??? for the eyeHuh, cause everybody's highDressed in our best K-Swiss, and yes, oh yesWith the munchies, but ain't nobody got no munchie moneyJust headed to the mall, so we can clown like we're doin itThey want to know, tell em we're IBWinJust chillin, chillin and we're willinAnd if you didn't know, we got that feelinUgh(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin(Come on)IBWin wit my CREWin From Letras Mania