Lyrics

Yeah, it's that sick shit mane I had to do it I got the do it fluid Laid back understand me Doing what I does cuz You know what it is It's the D-O double Gizzle Fo shizzle baby So fast, so quick, so hard, so slick Take a walk in my shoes but them feet don't fit No shit, pulpit, shift switch on a bitch Rolling up a fat one stacking my chips Now check this, sip this, have a seat and recline Hot spit, dog shit will blow your mind I'm not braggin', but I'm C flaggin' 64 hot and I keep shit poppin' What yall come here for? Oh we came here to dance But we will bop popping them bands What that mean? That mean, that we don't give a fuck nigga We don't give a fuck nigga All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time All I wanna do is have a good time All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time We don't give a fuck West Coast motherfucker We don't give a fuck nigga Hands up, now twist your fingers On the set momma raised a banger Every hood do the same stuff And then they came up when they name up With a bunch of hard heads like Biggie Poppa, Warren G, and Lil' Half Dead Rectified, don't run up on a nigga or your neck will fly Back in your lap click-clack get back (back-back) What yall come here for? Oh we came here to dance But we will bop popping them bands What that mean? That mean, that we don't give a fuck nigga We don't give a fuck nigga All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time All I wanna do is have a good time All I wanna do is smoke and have a good time We don't give a fuck West Coast motherfucker We don't give a fuck nigga Yeah, you hear that sick shit? I had to do it It's the S to the N double O P You know the rest West Coast motherfucker yea nigga
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Troy Beetles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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