C-Bo - Boo Yow! lyrics

We like to murder in combat, war on the streets .4-5, Glock 40's on sight to see Me and the homies run deep like a wild pack of wolves Attack like the Congo's when n***as talk bull Better step and get further before them hollow tips spit The Vulcan automatic with the Vulcan d**h grip Walk the strip and still tote, see four in the tip And explode on Kryptonite chronic blunts when we dip And I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out Now step into my zone, we can get it on Roll a coupe, not a chrome, f** a sack, I wanna zone Stay blown on the strip, all switches away from dips Next to the mack and the lil' homey talkin sh** He quick to blast on that a**, blood puddles in the gra** I thought "Make sure he dead, come back and then we smash Witta .4-5 automatic slug in his windpipe Ain't no love, for a thug livin one life We split wigs back like afro picks Flagged up, ain't your momma's style when we dip Young hogs creepin thru the fog Ready for combat, just me and my dogg f** y'all, other n***as all on my dick For the money and b**hes ain't really down to do sh** Another lyrical cap into your cranium We known to blow sh** up like nuclear uranium And I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out I explode like a nuclear warhead, wit this lyrical gang That I slang like c**aine, makin the crowd bang As we kick up more dust than a pick-up Assaults, murders, and armoured truck stick-up Cos ain't too many n***as that can f** with these Gz, pumpin and dumpin them ridahs on fo' D's Wit a fo'-fo', quote I give, "busters are jokes" And watch the concrete smack him in his face when he smokes Fo' sure, I'm known like the Boyz N' The Hood A Menace II Society knows it's tryin me, best to knock on some wood I bring it back to the good hooks, wish that they could f** wit this Lyrical microphone a**a**ination hood spittin .45 hollow point chips at'cha chest The grinders penetrate a vest in the wild, wild West So break north, south or east, retreat and meet defeat It's West Coast, ready for combat, strapped wit heat And I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Whatchu motherf**ers wanna do now? I be hittin motherf**ers like boo yow! Take your whole motherf**in crew out