Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready 2 Bang, artist - Bad Azz. Album song Personal Business, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Ready 2 Bang |
Shabba-dabba-doo |
Bad Azz, this is another Dogghouse experience |
Uh, feels good in here Baby |
Yoo-haa, ha-ha |
If a busta ran up on you |
Bad Azz tell me what would you do |
We get Ready 2 Bang |
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, ahh ahow |
Psycho like no Dogghouse niggas |
So fire up the doo-doo |
We get Ready 2 Bang |
That Dogghouse Gangsta Gang, Westcoast |
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets |
I’m often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat |
We can holla if it’s 'bout fillin' my plate |
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain’t late |
It’s about weight, when you workin' smart shit it don’t flip right |
Put the wrong ties and dees it won’t slip right |
Get the wrong blunt for the weed it won’t hit right |
And money don’t grow on trees so what I look like |
Make moves, can't lose if I do it that way |
Fuck a fight, ain't nobody fin' to put they gat away |
That’s fast lane, lil' kids here to blow your head away |
Holla at a playa when you see me in the streets |
Who got the cell phones for sale, who got it crackin' with the heat |
Who got the club with the top shop and parks for cars |
The Ese homies do the paint and body shop in the yard |
Who got the hook-up with the burned out 2 way pagers |
Can you give me a vest or a infrared laser |
See me, I'm just a smart brother everything made for |
Holla at a playa when you see me on the streets |
I’m often traffic tryin' to get it cuz a nigga gotta eat |
We can holla if it’s 'bout fillin' my plate |
I feel like killin' somebody when a nigga ain’t late |
It’s about weight, fuck a few ki’s move freight |
And you doublin' your money if you take it upstate |
Once you outta town get the prices on the pound |
Shoot the number to your boy have him come on down |
With a few of those who know money like y’all |
All Lakers say is «Damn, y'all niggas is ballin» |
Y’all back callin' all shots round here |
Used to have to bring two Glocks round here |
It’s about five different gangs and the cops round here |
And today Long Beach’s about as crazy as it is |
And maybe we’ll live, every ever even see it |
Believe it and how they get money ain’t no secret |
But they gon' try to keep it from you when they see you |
Learn to keep on movin' you gon' see the tables keep on turnin' |
First I was destined with no paper and no hoes |
Now I got bitches in the show biz glow |
So holla at a playa when you see me in the streets |
Don’t let the green grab fool you tryin' to test me with some heat |
Cuz bye bye you outta here, gone see you later |
When I’m still here a small part outta everything major |