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(feat. Ice-T, Layzie Bone) [Layzie Bone] A to Z Steve Lo, ball around the motherfuckin' globe Nigga and you know how we do this here Nigga we do that there Pull up a chair, bitch [Layzie Bone x2] Livin' legends in your presence Learn the lessings we stressin' It's all platinum We make it hot, hot, hot [Caz] You can call me, too sweet Knock a nigga on his back Penetentary six, I'm swingin' on the track Call me Bruno the Barge I'm livin' much too large Muscle hard, disregard before I pull your card Known to hauck hard, when I entered the spot Pull some Cott but funk twelve on the dot You think I'm not, here's the plot Hair layed, game played Letras de cancionesBack late at the Snootie Fox hittin' some Bray Ain't no reason to hate Nigga I ain't chosin' my fate I'm a pretty motherfucker Like a faggott wanna go straight So wait, and let these pretty niggas speak If you continue to doubt I'll pull your bitch before next week Nigga, Layzie, Caz, and Ice Make ya gonna return like Old Spice Nigga high, Yella's back in Well even' Mack-10 can join the club Even though he bangin' Blood This a pretty nigga clique Pock a stick and we dip [Chorus: Layzie Bone] Oh you a thug, you a thug, you a thug, nigga what So bust ya gun nigga, if you a thug, nigga what What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga what So throw it up nigga, cuz you know we gettin' crunk Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, nigga what Don't press ya luck nigga, cuz you know we throw this up Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what So bust ya gun nigga, if you a thug, nigga what [Layzie Bone] My nigga Caz gave me the gat, and you can believe I'ma blast Nigga I'ma smash and get this cash, makin' you niggas think fast Nigga at last, it's real shit, the type of shit we bring your way Caz, Layzie, and Ice-T and nigga we got them throw aways Go away haters, and the fake then had they time Nigga gone breakthrough with this rhyme Nigga I'll break you with this nine Nigga it's all about perfect timin', feel me Or 'til the Lord call me home And nigga you bet we still be, hustlin' tryin to get that dolla Holla, holla Swervin' in Impalas, and nigga we stay and heat 'em up Beat 'em up Caz, put your hands on these fools Take these fake ass niggas to school Show these fake ass niggas the rules Now you's fuck 'em, fuck 'em, buck 'em all (all, all, all) And nigga we see your ass at the mall And nigga we still ballin' Callin' these bitches, like "Hey ho, what up bitch" (sup be-atch) And they can't stand me But quick to give me the patties, guess the public demand me Understand we lookin' good nigga, and we dressed to impress Puttin' it down for the north, south, to the east, to the west [Chorus] [Ice-T] Who is the, gangsta rap inventor? Slam like the Lakers at the Staples Center Big pimp representer Half you motherfuckers mentha Knocked ya main bitch and bent her Left her with a baby in her I'm mainly known for endless funds, blastin' guns Boostin' bitches, cars with switches Known to rep the hardest city out on the west Known to break a bitch in an hour or less The indoor gun buster, the crowd mover Quick to bring the gravity to ya, with the 9 roover Reach out and touch ya with the chrome duster The pearl clutcher I started this shit and this the thanks I get You fake Killa niggas get no dap, play the back Don't O.G. me when you see, no eye contact Cuz you could find yourself layin' on your back Lookin' up at a blurry paramedic, Ice says [Layzie Bone] Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, nigga what (Livin' legends in your presence Learn the lessings we stressin' It's all...) Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what (Livin' legends in your presence Learn the lessings we stressin' It's all...) [Chorus] [Layzie Bone x3] Livin' legends in your presence Learn the lessings we stressin' It's all platinum We make it hot, hot, hot [Layzie Bone talking] M-F-S, K How we do this there, we get that K That's right nigga (that's right) Layzie Bone (Layzie Bone) Ice-T (Ice-T) Pretty boys up in here With more toys than y'all, we hittin' switches, cockin' glocks And lettin' all y'all bitches know it don't stop Yea, yea, yea it's all plat.... We told you how them Yellow niggas was makin' a comebac From Letras Mania