I Luv It Lyrics
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I Luv It Lyricsby Kokane Buy album CD: Other Songs B - R Tray Dee: Coming in the front and center, state your name and game Yeah, them Eastsidaz back and we came to bang Giving it up, pistols and chucks, rags hang Strictly insane and we do the damn thing Goldie Loc: It's the big bad Eastside rolling Now how many blocks we controlling 2-0, 2-1, 1-5, 17, 11, 1-9, and a Mafioso dime Tray Dee: Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house Elm Street, Twelfth Street, off brands, knock em out Stay deep, bring heat, make streets emorge Young G's, lil G's, casualties and war So we push the turf Steady pushing work Homies love seeing thugs, so we look for dirt Where them six fours hop (?) Wanna drip, get drop Can ya (?) let's get spot Goldie Loc: All black with a little bit of gold Now let me show you bustas the Eastside roll Foot to the pedal, every hand on stiletto Extra clip, why you think I peachy love ghettos I'm about to make the thing crack We got straps in this world I got something on fat Tell you bustas damn It ain't no thing when you bang with the Dogg Pound Snoop Dogg (Chorus): (I luv it) The way the homies come through all blue nigga What y'all wanna do? (I luv it) We got hoes to the left, platinum on our chest Nigga, yup yup (I luv it) Can't stop, won't stop So what the L.B.C. like (I luv it) We do the damn thing all night Better yet, fo life Tray Dee: (I luv it) We keeping this thing G Cause that's all we see (I luv it) Always gonna roll and stay way too deep Tray Dee, Goldie, Snoop Duces and Trays Still givin it to ya the old fashioned way From the L.B. city Where the shells leave many Wannabes on they knees Trying to beef with a gizzie (Goldie Loc) Hey yo, I represent cause my thing don't stop Bump them paramedics and them crooked-ass cops It's hard to maintain on the front line Your brother like me, just tryin to get mine Low ridaz, Eastsidaz coming with this G shit Can you borrow some of this? Hell naw, trick We keepin this thing gangsta Yeah, C-walkin on your prankstas, nigga Tray Dee: We don't really give a mad bump, give it up Get messed up, catch you coming out the cut Hoo ridin, G ridin, slump the law Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw My reactions, attractions Fast at all action And til I die East-the-side, I stay smashin Represent this like it's meant to see To the graveyard or the penatentary Chorus Kokane: Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom (over and over) ?: Yeah, what you crapilating, baby Eastsidaz Duces and Trayz The Old Fashioned Way Somethin uh To make you move, groove And it definitely sets the mood It's so uh, gangsta It's so uh, pranksta It's the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie To make ya boogie oogie oogie Can you hear what I'm talkin about? I smell your battle cat Now that's funky That's so funky, I have to say Ugh! Snoop Dog: Eastsidaz coming back (X4)
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