Lyrics Bad - Snoop Dogg, Tha Eastsidaz

Bad

Check it out\nEverybody got a third eye, right?\nSo when you don’t take heed, you feel the fall of your instinct\nThings can go bad\nSo bad, you might find yourself in a hole you can’t dig your way out of\nBuzzin' at the honeycomb, money on the mental\nSki mask, gloves, two choppas and a pistol\nOutside dark like boss niggas thinkin'\nWe hit war, strike, leave soft niggas leakin'\nSpeakin' on vicks on the list for the laydown\nHow much the worth, plus dirt where they stay now\nHustle gets whoever, we ain’t carin' 'bout the odds\nMove with precision, and catch 'em by suprise\nRide for this money, yeah, we gotta run it smooth\nScopin' niggas, hope to win it, slidin' on this move\nStupid ammunition for this mission, it’s a groove\nIf everybody play they part, then can’t none of us lose\nScooped up, then maced up, tape in this canister\nHeavy construction, we swing with the hammer\nKnock down, my blood think we all saddled up\nDouble check weapons, prepare for the rush\nDon’t nobody bust 'less it’s absolutely needed\nAll the last means left to get to the precedence\nSnatch niggas seeds and laugh at they pleadin'\nBlock every option 'til cash is relinquished\nDashed out the tilt with my hands on the stick\nPiled in the G ride, mashed to the lick\nHeaded 'cross the city on the backstreets crawlin'\nClicked it off safety as soon as I saw him\nTwo body guards rotatin' by the entrance\nSlid up quick, got straight to my business\nDoors flew open, the time slow motion\nThe young nigga with us let his eyes start smokin'\nBlood stayed soakin' as the people stood frozen\nWrecks in the open just to shit, we was hopeless\nSecure the location, secure, then we maced 'em\nSnatched up the boss, to the back where I take 'em\nFool, cooperation, you fuckin' with some gangstas\nTell us where the safe, or it’s murder in the makin'\nMoney all ya life now, I’ma do it right now\nPlayin' games, motherfucka, I’ma blow your lights out\nWait 'for you stretch 'em, cuz get the message\nWe bank to the safe, scrape stacks full of cheddar\nDuffle bags stuffed with the jewels and the product\nCreepin' out the crib and the pigs just pop up\nAs soon as a nigga got close to the bag\nReached out for it and his hopes got dashed\nEverything swept up, gone in a flash\nOne false move and the shit went bad, damn\nCan I get a witness?\nEastside niggas with the business