[Intro]
I'm short, let's jack this n***a
Let's jack these muthaf**as comin' up the muthaf**in' street
Oh yeah
Who is these n***as man?
Ey wa**up homie? Where you stay at dog? Huh? Huh?
n***a, come here muthaf**a!
[Chorus: G" LEN]
Westside G's, comin' with a bang
Muthaf**as gon' swang on the woop woop gang (?)
Woop woop, gettin' round
Yo June, break 'em off, dogg
[Verse 1: JUNE DAWG]
Step on back and pa** the strap because it's on
I drop cops with a pop like if my name was Al Capone
Hard as stone as I swoop in a all black coupe
It's a 211, in other words a woop woop
I step around the corner, bought a sack so I can blaze
Gangsta'd out from head to toe with Dulo, Len and Braze
The J-U-N-E from the L-A-City
I be the downest Y.G. like in all eternity
Woop woop means to get you from your ends and your benz
Sometimes I find myself woop woopin' on my friends
My finger's on the trigger, pull back then I hit 'em
And ride through the sunset, straight gangsterism
[Interlude: G" LEN & B-BRAZY]
Now the n***as on Figueroa is 'round (like a muthaf**a)
Jack a busta for his ends then we out
And you's a fool if you flex up
Next up from the 'Roa is the Mr. Dulo
[Verse 2: MR. DULO]
Mr. Dulo comin' out shankin' fools, bankin' fools
Off of that dank and brews
On a Figueroa tip, if you slip you trip and get ripped
Cause frustrated n***as gots the clip
Just for the MAC-10, comin' with the G" Len
As we just begin
I gets funky as an 8-ball junkie
Huh, and I say f** a honkie
Best say f** me, so f** you
You come to my neighborhood you get woop woop!
Ain't it crazy muthaf**a, but I'm fed up
And like 2Pac, I gots to keep my head up
[Chorus: G" LEN]
Woop woop
Straight jackin', woop woop
Gettin' 'round, woop woop
Regulatin', woop woop
On Figueroa
[Interlude: G" LEN]
When I'm short I feel like woopin'
Take your ride, get inside and start swoopin'
So when you see us comin' fool, you better run
You might be a victim of the 211
[Girl singing]
Oooooh, it's just another woop woop
[Interlude: G" LEN]
Lace they a**, Braze
[Verse 3: B-BRAZY]
Well ?, and I'ma break that a** on a dice game
It's the Y.G. B-Braze from the Fig-gang
And a coupe needs a paint and a pearl
Stick 'em five-six, huh, that's how I lick 'em
As for the double on the riches dogg
I'm on the coupe-ball twitches, and hop 'em like a bullfrog
Yep, I'ma shoot 'til I break your a**, but if I lose my cash
Woop woop, I'ma jack that a**
Then laugh cause you just got worked
By a lil' n***a saggin' in some khakis and a t-shirt
Then to my G homie for a double up
And hope you hook me up so I can get the coupe cut
So G" Len, won't you hit 'em?
And I'ma fire up the dank n***a, and keep it gangsterism
[Verse 4: G" LEN]
My crew just struck, now it's time for me to strike
Up a match, place a batch, get it lit, take a hit
Then uh, give 'em a chunk of some real gangsta funk
Got a fat sack of skunk, g'd up and I'm drunk
Off tha 40-o, buckwild like a rodeo
Woop sh**, get hit with the .44
You get faded, regulated
The woop woop hood's located on Figueroa
Come to the turf fool you bound to get stuck
Creepin' in my chucks and I don't give a f**
About another damn hoe, I put a tag on your toe
We doin' do-lows on Figue-f**ing-roa
2-1-1, better wear a vest
Woop to the woop, crazy doggs from the west
Side, damn, it's time to shake the spot
You come to the west side, fool you gettin' got
[Chorus: G" LEN] x2
Woop woop
Straight jackin', woop woop
Gettin' 'round, woop woop
Regulatin', woop woop
On Figueroa