Out of the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom)

What is an MC... if he can't rap?

Then what is a DJ... if he can't scratch?

Don't worry about a thing 'cause my **** goin' do it all just like that

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Ahhh, bend over, bend over

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Ahhh, bend over, bend over

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Ahhh, bend over, bend over

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Ahhh, bend over, bend over

Indeed, I am flossy, like gangsta shit

I got pounds of weed and keys, sittin' on G's

Catch a breeze, when I ride by high sittin' on 'Tonas

Tearin' up spots, and blocks in my hood ain't got no corners

'Cause we done chipped 'em all off, a proper piece

Bustin' rocks and Glocks, and getting ghost from the police

No peace, so he gets served with no concern to who gets burned

And one day, they'll learn

Not to be fuckin' with the ****, buckin' with the trigger

Nothin' you could figure

Could help you escape from this mind state

That I create young, ****

Yeah! And it's just like that

L.B.C. out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom (Boom...)

My rearview mirror's vibrating, 'cause my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom (Boom...)

L.B.C. out the moon, 'cause my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

And my rearview mirror's vibrating, 'cause my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom

Now I rock, some talk, it don't stop

When that funk shit drops to make yo' shit go pop

Now let that beat ride in your G ride

We gettin' me right, hittin' with that Dogg Pound "C" life

Now it's I, with that stylish flow

So **** step back, or heads get cracked, and I won't let back

Who comin' with that gangsta shit?

The shit that only gangstas get gangsta with

I'm quick to bust your ass like the cops

Waitin', debatin' for my ass to flip-flop, but I don't flop

I just flip the script, when I dip to set-trip

Keep the clip close to my hip, and don't say shit

When I blast, I... I done told your ass

Slow the fuck on down

Dogg Pound, motherfucka

Boom, and you know that

D.P.G's out the moon, and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom (Boom... boom...)

My rearview mirror's vibrating, and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

D.P.G out the moon, and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom (Boom...)

My rearview mirror's vibrating, and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

(Boom...) Boom... boom, boom

From the archives, I arise off the Long Beach streets

Won't be complete 'til the due is done to all it can beez

Don't be alarmed as I swarm through, I warned you

And yo' crew seem wack, so what's that? A known fact

Battle that, the habitat I'm in is deadly

You can get the loot, it all depends on where your head be

Strivin' for what you in for

And for your info, mo' flows

Than the tightest **** flowed in '94, so

Stand and deliver, watch **** shiver

Quiver in they boots, as I mob with my troops

Through the East, where the phonies get deleted

Be seated, and all the G's I know stay heated

See, I was born to be known as a thug and thief

So anyone with beef, I gotta slug to sleep – peep

I'm not no **** thinkin' he can come up

By gettin' a job, so I mob, not givin' a fuck

I'm the drama mama warned all they kids about

I mash up strapped, get my dibs, an' out

Hustler mustn't trust in a gat to keep me fat

Seekin' victims, pick 'em, then I stick 'em and track

My heat black, with the serial number scratched out

Don't wear a glass shield (Fuck the police), but you'll still be assed out

I'm Mr. Tray Deee, and since they say "G" as my title

My method mainly homicidal

Boom, yeah, and you know that

2-1 out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

2-1 out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

2-1 out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

My rearview mirror vibrating, 'cause my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Ahaha... could it be my history, livin' G like?

Enemies that wanna see me, what it be like?

Picture me practicin' perfection, now hit the deck

Playa haters gettin' chin checked when I hit the set

Watch how they fall, when I buck 'em all

We Outlaw, West Side, **** – fuck 'em all

I buck 'em all, then remain ballin'

Out the moon with my Glock cocked, shot callin'

Brothers fall, then they crawl, and they beg for they life

Should've never tried to rush me, you're dead here tonight

It's Thug Life

Go tell them bustas up at Bad Boy Records

Fat trick's got a big mouth, **** better check it

I can see it plain as day, this game I play wide open

I pull the trigger – dead figure with his eyes open

His pride broken, I tried smokin', but bailed out

Soon as they left me at the jailhouse

Mobbin' in my—

Yeah, and you know that

Death Row out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

My rearview mirror's vibrating 'cause my speakers go

Boom, boom, boom— boom

D.P.G. out that moon, baby, baby

Boom, boom...