Krediler
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Vocals
JasonMartin
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Jason Martin
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Kevin Gilliam
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Battlecat
Producer
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mastering Engineer
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Engineer
Şarkı sözleri
[Verse 1]
Old pussy ass mark
Bitch ass buster
Think you from LA 'cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat
My **** Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
****, you ain't ever been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back
The **** pulled out a strap
Said it's 6-0
I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a **** gotta stop in the Swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for a eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies
My **** G weed from Nella
My **** Hooter from Athens
Park stay bracken
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the cedars ain't givin' no passes
Why we askin'?
[Verse 2]
How you gon' bang if you really ain't from LA?
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance?
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark ass
[Verse 3]
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colours 'cause they know a **** gang bang
Red bandana 'round the rear view
Where you say you from, blood? **** can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling **** cuz
'Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the west
This for all my **** in the pen beating on they chest like
[Verse 4]
Said I need some pussy on my motherfuckin' wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fuckin' pencil to the neck
[Verse 5]
That's on the set
Oh, I'm a tree top rep
All the homies know I shoot choppers, handguns, and tecs
Not unless my **** really get it poppin'
Tree top **** like the hoovers in Bompton
Big booty psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, Lil Wolf, TK, Big Back
YZ, Forty Duty, Eat Three, Two Strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house, where we at
[Verse 6]
It's the gang bang capital
Two T's capital
Enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, fuck it
Shoot out and fade it
So my momma stay awake 'cause her son be gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and DP's
Hanging out on the block, comin' through the squeeze
Some outta town **** disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
Can't forget about the Mexicans
And I fuck with the villains and the swans on God
[Verse 7]
On God
I got **** from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got eses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols
Making sure shit official
Big Who's and Day both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pin
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
**** run up, knock out, he gon' think he slipped
Hub in the dub, **** don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, **** three hundred crips
My **** Magic from Avalon
Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend
Slippin' in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, skrt from Santana
Rock from Nutty Block, we tried our bandanas
And for my little **** Frog, I gotta stay active
Blood in, blood out, what's bracken?
[Verse 8]
RIP OG TC
Shout out to my big homie bomb from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this **** Problem up, blood
[Verse 9]
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
Four-five, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off Durn Avenue
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity, drop drop
Hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock
Drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollar's only thing that make sense
Fo' to the deuce, rest in peace four Bent
[Verse 10]
How you gon' bang if you really ain't from LA?
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance?
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark ass
Written by: Jayceon Taylor
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