Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Bang Theory, artist - Tha Eastsidaz. Album song Snoop Dogg Presents Tha Eastsidaz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBig Bang Theory |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what |
| Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. |
| X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt |
| The kingpin, Dogghouse Records takin over the shit in the '99 |
| What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh |
| It’s the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo |
| Hook: Xzibit |
| I got a big bang theory my hardcore comittee |
| Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city |
| Chronic low ridin bitches with silicon tities |
| (we gon bounce and ball until the wheels fall off) |
| I got a big bang theory my hardcore committee |
| Gon rock and roll the streets and shake the whole city |
| Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions |
| (we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off |
| Chest plates hit with gauges, sawed off, hauled off |
| Blast wit somethin and I breaks all the walls off |
| Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth |
| Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket |
| Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury |
| Smash, snatch the pockets and all the jewelry |
| Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin |
| Scat, takin three to four to the back |
| I’m back motherfucker, live broadcast |
| Show my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air |
| Let me put 'bout two in the air |
| Let me show these motherfuckers that I don’t care |
| It’s a symphony composed of killers and armed forces |
| Livin for whatever it cost’s, crimb bosses |
| It’s goin down by the year 2 G |
| I’m goin be flyin through the hood, duckin, dodgin the heat |
| My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow, or sleet |
| Us niggas gon eat, makin troops we creep |
| Losin the jeep, runnin on feet, survivin off the land money and |
| Gun in hand, operation quicksand |
| Ain’t tryin ta put the mark of the beast on my hand |
| I had to bless the head of a military man |
| Jumped into the back of the 4 door sedan |
| All up in the trunk was the hidden contraband |
| Fuck a middleman, my pistols aim directly from Iran |
| Looking from a third eye, I spot the hidden cam |
| I know what you look like, I know how you think |
| I’m the type of bitch to pop a pill up in your drink |
| Hook |
| Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here’s cheese |
| You work your fuckin employees |
| You know you get all excited like that |
| Stack it through them hoodlum back, cuz I like it like that, bitch |
| I kill drama, shit get action packed |
| When I jump out the black stealth bomber |
| Cuz it’s bout, you know, I want the fuckin mansion pad |
| To heal that bitch sittin on |
| So don’t waste the fuckin cheese that you earn |
| Rotate the fuckin weed that you burn |
| Don’t fuck with Bossy off the glam |
| Rollin crack, blow blocks in half |
| We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners |
| Handles all business and pay off the comissioner |
| Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches |
| 20 inches whippin all we givin hittin switches |
| Twistin flippin chickens stickin victims if they slippin |
| Trippin, on the mission and my trigga finga itchin |
| Positioned at your dome, one twitch and it’s on |
| No remorse or second thoughts once the clip and the chrome |
| This is the zone, weak niggas covers get blown |
| Stoned killers and gorillas want whatever you want |
| Shake spots with bank nots, keep the thang cocked |
| And leave motherfuckers stripped to tank tops |
| We the gang, it’s our thang to mash and maintain |
| Gangbang slang came and ain’t gon change |
| All out till we fall out, fuck the world |
| Dogghouse style with the chucks and curls |
| Hook |
Artist lyrics: Tha Eastsidaz
Artist lyrics: Xzibit
Artist lyrics: Kurupt