Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Pledge Allegiance, artist - Tha Eastsidaz. Album song Duces 'N Trayz: The Old Fashioned Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
I Pledge Allegiance |
Step inta the party as I bust a ho |
I’ll lean up on the wall until I’m ready to go |
I’m sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo |
Comfortable, smokin' some dope |
The bitch that I’m wit is so flexible |
From Mexico, man I like this ho |
The homey little Tony told me a long time ago |
«Hey Dogg sit there and smoke and grind the ho» |
But you know me I don’t dance too much |
Unless that shit OD like the party’s at the Hutch |
What? |
what? |
remember double dutch |
Ow, the bubble butch |
All up in the party swangin' E’s and C’s |
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats |
I came to the party dog by myself |
Twenty out a twenty-one I’ll leave wit somebody else |
It’s somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic |
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like |
My nigga Fred Wreck with a G in the seat (ya know) |
To make it complete (uh huh), cookin the beat (woo) |
Takin' it back down Parliament Street |
Look at this shit so funky, funky, coka, loca, ropa, dopa |
Hit 'em with a smoka, pick a place to dope up |
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it stands |
We got some ghetto ass niggas, makin ghetto jams |
OH what I’m feelin is that in my Cali ways |
So roll some dope, (oww) and go ahead and blaze |
God damn Loc here we go again |
Steppin in this bitch to show these niggas how I did |
Dogghouse done brought out this gangsta shit |
And point blank, can’t nobody fade my clip |
Don’t even thank the trick |
You know what we ain’t inta hatin |
But anythin you tryin' to brang we ain’t inta takin |
Can’t you tell these outfits cost a fortune |
Security stay alert to use enforcement |
Ass cheeks pass me, I grabbed 'em hips |
Dancin through the crowd to a badder bitch |
The gas was quick, but not for mack I spit |
I stopped at Iceland and got this platinum dick |
You can’t attract a bitch, my game accurate |
You wanna laugh and trip, I’m out to crack the whip |
I ho that’s fast and thick, and ain’t gonna ask me shit |
Get a blasted lip, and she attacked the dick |
Yeah bitch |
We gon' bust and we gon' rip ride |
Walk on to, to the other side |
The most ignorant ass niggas in the game |
Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Big Snoop and Kokane |
I’m come all night pickin up these freaks |
Fuckin hoes make these bitch niggas buckle |
Dogghouse we unstoppable |
Uh, don’t worry bout it, Crips control the mic |
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it stands |
We got some ghetto ass niggas, makin ghetto jams |
OH what I’m feelin is that in my Cali ways |
So roll some dope, (oww) and go ahead and blaze |
I stepped in the party wit some blue and white Stacy’s |
Right side Kacey, left side Tracy |
I’m feelin' like the shit, as I slide through grinnin |
Dogghouse nigga don’t you know we winnin |
Left side gangsta, right side busta |
Say the wrong thang and get shot motherfucker |
When snitches get popped, the hood gettin' hot |
Ain’t no cops around town, they afraid of gettin shot |
Keep it on the low low, fuck that gang bang |
Slang 'caine, anythang for my paper mayn |
It’s easy to see (what) that I’m a motherfuckin ghetto ass G, can’t fuck wit me |
Do it do it, loco 'til your casket drop |
I’m a do it cause the Crip pop don’t stop |
You think you can see me, I know you motherfuckers wanna be me |
Light it up, blaze it up, ain’t no need for chokin |
If I had anotha blunt wrap I’d be smokin |
Locin waitin on Wreck to get back |
When he get back perhaps I’m blazin up a sack |
So relax, that’s snaps ain’t right, it’s all good |
I got your back next time you dippin through the hood |
Just make sure what you got insured is fine |
You already know I got my money on my mind, nigga |
Fuckin wit these niggas ain’t the way to go |
Comin from the Eastside we so rep the boss |
Checkin for your bitches, now we’re fuckin ya ho |
Dogghouse fo sho, we untouchable |
Niggas who ain’t wit it, betta duck and roll |
Bitches know we comin and they lose control |
Stepped up in the party and they rushed the door |
Dogghouse fo sho, we untouchable |