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This about to go down one more time! Lil jon, e-40 the ambassador, the ambassador of the bay! Speakin of the bay... Let me talk to ya'll bout what they doin in the bay... What we doin? They turfin' man! They turfin'! He steady on da grip, squeezer on his hip Every way he flip, he on like shit Butterfly doors, look like a spaceship Flip flop paint, gave his car a facelift Pull up on the set, touch screen deck Speakers in the grill, bro bruv wet He waking the game up, he drippin like sweat The suction on the pipes sound like a baby jet Steady pulling his pants up, my youngin got giggs Don't let the dance fool you, here take this He eatin real good, you never see his ribs He grew up in the hood, he get it how he live Him and his partners clicked-up Pyscadelic dreads with they beanies flipped up What you slappin in? I'm slappin in my box I'm scootin by the spot I got em hittin the drop I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Watch the way he do it, Bottom of his jeans shread, his sneakers been through it What's that on your wrist? My dreads getting long, that's my hair band bitch! What he do pimp? He f**ks with it, at the school house or the bus stop with it What kinda moves he got? Yo boy got moves, he been at home watchin, studying youtube Oooh! he airwalkin! Throwing up his turf, let his fingers do the talkin Gangsta since birth, whole hood know hes tough Dead homie on his shirt, ipod in his pocket Him and his partners clicked-up Pyscadelic dreads with they beanies flipped up What you slappin in? I'm slappin in my box I'm scootin by the spot I got em hittin the drop I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now let me wake ya'll game up for a minute Let me help ya'll on how my my youngsters get down out here in the yay These boys out here turfin' mayne They bout that action! He in the two tone scraper with the loco paint You got giggs? I got giggs! Who wanna battle? we wanna battle! Bro gliding on air, he on his toes like michael Now tut with it! tut with it! Now tut with it! nigga king tut with it! Now drop. nigga I'm hitting that shit! I'm a let you get a shot, but I'm a go first Put it in reverse let me see your footwork Now turf, let me see you turf drop! Now turf, let me see you turf drop!
Writer(s): Earl T Stevens, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Rick Rubin, Mike Diamond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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