Ice Cube - Blasten!! lyrics

[Hook: Ice Cube] Blasten n***as drivin round with they tanks and they shotguns The only way I'm quittin if you b**hes get me k**ed Blasten n***as drivin round with they tanks and they shotguns Screams of the room it gives me chills as i pop one [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Left that boy bloody red "Why'd you leave him layin there?" Cause he ran, then he said Take this bread and make the spread Break it up, and n***a don't be scared I was only there prepared I began to see that he was f**ing round with the feds Locin round to get inside a real rider And have him snitching and getting real sh** up outta names 40 consolidated to 44 They said he singin like a bird everywhere he go Case is over, more pain but no pay And these the G's that been f**in up the g**n We all got one, n***a not one n***a pop one, got a shotgun, n***a drop one You see me? That's Snoopy Whodini Makin n***as dissapear, then pop em back in black teenies To me, I keen satan but keep that on the low Load it up, and we already foe And they already know [Hook: Ice Cube] [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Set the stage Turn the page Grab the gauge Shoot it quick This we ride This we wild Doggy on some other sh** Daddy won't Think he can't Yeah he will Bet he won't Rep the side Nine to five Pop a n***a Let he know Don't get caught Keep it g Keep that thing by my side Serve a set Who we shootin? Why we won't? Why we ridin? Daddy talk? Anyone? You ain't know? He ain't know Better, better Better, better Say he seen it Know they know Said he won't Can't keep up Loc' he got a cold stroke Meantime, me and my We just gon' let it go Ay, what you thinkin' for? Ay, what you think he say? Everybody in and out of L.A We got n***as gettin' shizzot And rats on the plizzot And plus we got to deal with these crooked a** cizzops Aw no, the screams of a mother cry And blaze and flames in the scenes of a h*mocide [Hook: Ice Cube] [Verse 3: MC Eiht] My very first gat was a f**ing deuce-deuce In the hood late night like i had some juice Graduated to a .38, now I'm hard Practiced my aim up in the back yard Had the flash on fools that scooped the heat How I got my mothaf**in' name in the street By now a n***a was straight bangin' 159th street is where i'm hangin' 380 in a stash spot, dash for the regal Now rolling with the pistol was so illegal But n***as was dying so, so f** that They in they league, got one and get your gat Now it's 9's and AK's And all kinds of shells where a dead body lays But never take it as a threat To [?] and dogg carryin' heat? n***a you bet [Hook]