[ Mr. Cee ] Well, here's a little dose From the half of the group you like the most Straight from the Frisco City, West Coast With somethin up my sleeve It's just my pet peeve about these niggas who be trippin About these niggas who be trippin about these niggas, oh my God, they done failed Each one of them's some victims with some jaws that got swelled With a hard blow from the steel-toed boots Cause mama always said, "Boy, put them feet to use" And don't get mad cause we won't flip-flop Cause RBL's just like a train with no brakes, punk, it don't stop Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great Cause we ain't comin corny like some of you Frosted Flakes [ Black C ] So eenie-meenie-meenie-moe Should a nigga pick a hoe? I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indo Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm gonna Step to the back and bust a cap And watch you 'real-ass' niggas scat See, it be on on my block We poppin a cop with a Glock Even them young niggas givin shots We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers By burnin' cops like Nag Champa So ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch) While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this [ Hook 4X ] We go front, back, side to side "While you muthafuckas bounce to this" [ Black C ] So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack sack And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut sack And bust back in a battle I'm like a rattle snake, I don't fake Bust one cap out the eight in my gun Run, you get stunned, I'm shootin for fun I'm like a warrant havin niggas on the run It's the B-l-a to the c to the k A nigga from that there city by the Bay A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway On any day we can get em up or shoot em up Havin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya [ Mr. Cee ] It's like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bang It was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a known thang But niggas still ain't learned they lesson So we continue to make hits while you suckers keep guessin Our style, our muthafuckin flavor But don't you even trip if you can't cater To the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike shoes can And no one told me but I know I'm goin major Cause all these punk hoes that's been callin on my pager But I just sit back and chop my beats like a ounce And make yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song bounce
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Old school Bay Area rap and new school Bay Area rap in one
This is sick ASF grew up on RBL posse 💯💯
This beat straight fire
I LOVE THIS SONG, THANK YOU!
Yo this one really hard 💰💯
🔥🔥almost 2022
MISSION SAN PANCHO CALIFAS, straight The fuck up we still out here
I would slaughter this beat
ANMNM
Sounds like a e-40 song I heard before
Im bout to murder this check my ig for update @BRODYSODOPE
[ Mr. Cee ]
Well, here's a little dose
From the half of the group you like the most
Straight from the Frisco City, West Coast
With somethin up my sleeve
It's just my pet peeve about these niggas who be trippin
About these niggas who be trippin about these niggas, oh my God, they done failed
Each one of them's some victims with some jaws that got swelled
With a hard blow from the steel-toed boots
Cause mama always said, "Boy, put them feet to use"
And don't get mad cause we won't flip-flop
Cause RBL's just like a train with no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great
Cause we ain't comin corny like some of you Frosted Flakes
[ Black C ]
So eenie-meenie-meenie-moe
Should a nigga pick a hoe?
I think I squat to the house for the gat, I bring us back some indo
Pretend tho, if you wanna, I think I'm gonna
Step to the back and bust a cap
And watch you 'real-ass' niggas scat
See, it be on on my block
We poppin a cop with a Glock
Even them young niggas givin shots
We gives a fuck about a copper, gettin our propers
By burnin' cops like Nag Champa
So ah - you can smoke an ounce to this (biatch)
While my niggas on the run smoke a stog and all bounce to this
[ Hook 4X ]
We go front, back, side to side
"While you muthafuckas bounce to this"
[ Black C ]
So knick-knack-patty-wack, give a bitch a crack sack
And a fat smack with the muthafuckin nut sack
And bust back in a battle
I'm like a rattle snake, I don't fake
Bust one cap out the eight in my gun
Run, you get stunned, I'm shootin for fun
I'm like a warrant havin niggas on the run
It's the B-l-a to the c to the k
A nigga from that there city by the Bay
A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or shoot em up
Havin that ass bounce three times while my nigga's schoolin ya
[ Mr. Cee ]
It's like 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1 with a bang
It was 'a lesson to be learned,' but that's a known thang
But niggas still ain't learned they lesson
So we continue to make hits while you suckers keep guessin
Our style, our muthafuckin flavor
But don't you even trip if you can't cater
To the needs of party people, makin em movin, gettin em groovin
But 2 niggas in Frisco hats and Nike shoes can
And no one told me but I know I'm goin major
Cause all these punk hoes that's been callin on my pager
But I just sit back and chop my beats like a ounce
And make yo trunk like a trampoline and watch my song bounce