Текст песни West Coast Bad Boyz (various artists) - Pop Lockin` II
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[Master P]West Coast, Bad Boyz![Intro]Pop lockin in my Rolls Royce, CadillacLincoln and Mercedes BenzPop lockin at the Howard Johnson, SheratonPop lockin at the Holiday Inn[Daz Dillinger]Yeah, Tha Dogg Pound is back againMakin it pop cause it`s after 10Hypin it up, who else could do it - but us?Silkk, Gold, Snoop, be Daz & Kurupt, what up!Ain`t No Limit to what I could doI show and prove to do just what I dothat`s what I do, and dust ya whole crewI gangsta walk, that`s how I spark the CAnd I do it that`s on D.P.G.Hollered at P then chopped it up just like a kiWe chillin in the place to beYeah homie, and that`s on meBig paper big thangs big house big changeHomie this a West coast thang, ha haPeel out then skate; pancake three-wheel, drop the topWatch the girls straight jock, y`know (ha ha!)Dogg Pound make the world go `roundLong Beach keep puttin it down, with that West coast sound[Chorus]Pop lockin in my Rolls Royce, CadillacLincoln and Mercedes BenzPop lockin at the Howard Johnson, SheratonPop lockin with all my friends (with all my friends)It`s that West coast way we`re livin [Snoop] Money, cars, weed, bitchesIt`s that West coast way we`re livin[Snoop Dogg](Oh boy!) The gangsters bang, do that damn thangMe and my nephew, Dogghouse keep it true(Dogghouse WHAT?!) Roll that weed, pass that drankHolla at your nigga baby bring your bank, ha ha [Master P] Ha ha, from the South to the WestWhy must I, chase the cat? If you was me, and I was youYou`d probably floss on a nigga burnin rubber in a `52Most bitches do; and most niggas do tooin the land where it`s all about the red and blueBut me, I`d rather get the greeneryand smoke out the whole motherfuckin scenery[Chorus][Goldie Loc]Now why must I, C like thatWith the mariella Chucks, draped in all blackTake `em back like the pop-lock in Kangol suits [Master P] Showin love from the soldiers, from the red to the blue[W.C.]From the home of the rip riders, C-Dogs and bionicTo the South where them NIAz be "Bout It, Bout It"It`s that bandana general; burnin `em like a venerealWe`ll do this with no serial; G`d up and twistin `emSittin on twenty-two`s as I tiltBangin corners wit my locs P and SilkkQuick to bank ya, it`s the brown paper bag drankerOn the remix, Dub C keep it gangsta[Chorus][Silkk the Shocker]It ain`t nuttin but a gangsta party, you know what we brangNo Limit and Dogghouse; ain`t nuttin but a G thang bayy-bayYou know, we think to winY`all think money soften us y`all better thank againCause if it ain`t about money, then why would I bother?If she ain`t keepin it real, then why would I holla?[Master P]We the West Coast Bad Boyz, no we don`t brag boyPimpin on the corner gettin cheese..T-shirt khakis and jeans..And all the thugs know where we be..It`s the W to the Rizzo, this one for my nizzleThe (?) think they thizzle it ain`t No Limit to my strizzle[Chorus][E-40]Yeah the left coast mayne, y`knowPlayers comin together like siamese twins mayne - Y`KNO!!!(Forty Fonzarelli.. uhh)Uhh - it`s gang involvedBeen doin the damn thi-dang since Kermit the Frog was a pollywog(A pollywog! Uhh) The player wit all the lingoThe rap game without me is like, OLD FOLKS WITHOUT BINGOIt`s the ambassador of the bayFo` shiggido my niggidy, it`s E-Forty FonzariggidoOff the higgado, straight up out that Valle-JoNorthern California, do you recognize pee-imp?[Chorus][overlapping Chorus]Where the parkin lot pimps at?Where you at, where the pimpin rats at yo?Where you at yo? Mo` it upThrow it up - where the pop-lockers at?Put your hands up![R. Troutman style vocoder]Whoaawhoaawhoaa.. it`s how we`re livin