Bad Azz - We Be Puttin' It Down! lyrics

(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) x2 Verse 1-Bad A$$ Word on tha streets, see it ain't nobodies business Secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep Peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts Since a kid this is how we live, ain't nuttin to look forward to Schools full of devils The church don't work cuz all the lies that they tell us Ya'll it'll be hell before we get there Survivin guns and d** and see if you can deal with this germ warfare Thats endin us They anti-christ, I'm anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice Up your life, I'll make you love it Cuz it's real and you bump it cuz it's tight Yeah, people make the world go round, and it's a gang Of us all gathered up in our game colors Man, these my gang brothas What, you ain't heard of us You ain't never ever heard the word murderer's We make the news what it is You ask what is this We the reason why the police in business So run up on us with your knife and your pistols We'll plague your character with rifles and missils I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside Smash in this coupe with my pa**enger Snoop Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) Them Long Beach n***as be puttin it down Dogg Pound Gangstas make the world go round (Dogg Pound Gangstas rip) So get cha' a** up just to get on down Snoop Dogg and Bad A$$ is puttin it down Repeat Verse 2-Snoop Dogg Never pause on my feet, I'm DPG, LBC, me and B-A-D Low ridin', and Navigators foe the haters I take some for now, and save some for later Smoke with Coke Loc A dip with Tip Tip Get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee Livin that DP, give me that ST In a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG And a bag of them ol' hot a** skins Some Colt for this hand And some juice for this gin Ain't no b**h like this b**h I got Cuz this b**h I got, clock nots and rocks Money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor Nedios, and stank is steady goin Bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner From up north to Dogg Pound California You heard of that gangstaville The city where they don't talk and everybody C-walk It's a dirty shame, but it's a dirty game And you got to have heart from the start man Fake snitches and fake b**hes Thats probably why I break n***as and break b**hes Word on the streets Bad A$$ is a fool Then he f**in with his homeboy from the old school Low life gangstas, Dogg Pound gangstas, put them all together Man I love gangstas Head, shoulders, feet and toes Lets dip to the club and bust some hoes V.I.P. on DPG, Snoop D-O double G, and the B-A-D Chorus x1 Verse 3-Bad A$$ Only talk what you know I never seen you round the Pound So won't you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth Don't speak on dat Don't bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, n***a hit my blunt We keep a money move, hate while we regulate And get real papes, rich like Bill Gates While you make it to the Haters Hall of Fame We'll be whippin Navigators Winnin this baller's game Yellin Long Beach n***as keep puttin it down Lowlife and at the Pound while we smoke on an ounce Steady plottin on big mail Layin in the hotel Chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell I hit Darochee come and scoop me Drop me off ?and they was snoopy's? said he puffed a little ?play? And shorty played it only ?twice? Ay, they set a 8 beat It's them and 6 hoes in a jeep They better go flag em' down in the street Ay, follow us to the spot While the playa hatas pray that we stop Chorus x2