For My Niggaz Lyrics

For My Niggaz lyrics

(feat. Daz Dillinger)

 Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!

 

 [Daz]

 Y'all niggas get ready to get high!

 

 What we doin in here y'all, huh?

 Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin

 Drinkin, c'mon

 

 [HOOK:]

 This for my niggas on the east coast rollin

 Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin

 All my niggas in the street wit caine

 Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up

 This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin

 Six-four rollin, three wheel motion

 All my dogs on the block just loc'n

 Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up

 

 [Verse 1]

 B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again

 I'm in the club with the fifth again

 West coast niggas sippin gin

 East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in

 I'm in the back where it's dark as hell

 Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L

 And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores

 Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for

 Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave

 I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash

 I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes

 I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke

 I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones

 Til the, feds come get me air out guns

 From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh

 

 [HOOK]

 

 [Verse 2]

 I'm on the block til the pack get sold

 Don't pack just roll

 Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'

 Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold

 Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold

 All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's 

 SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes

 That's right fuck coppers holmes

 We bust choppers holmes

 We on the block sent them choppers on

 Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased

 That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets

 Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks

 That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops

 Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks

 To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off

 From pickin up bitches, hittin switches

 St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

 

 [HOOK]

 

 [Verse 3]

 All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails

 Say fuck they PD's and duck jail

 Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts

 Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin

 You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie

 Don't gangsta lookie

 Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie

 Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me

 What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?

 Call state to the Staples Center

 The four quake'll put staples in ya

 Nigga zip up your stomach

 Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em

 That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons

 Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks

 To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off

 From pickin up bitches, hittin switches

 St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

 

 [HOOK 2X]

 

 [Daz]

 Yeah, (I make 'em walk)

 Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)

 Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)

 For life, do it like that, put your hands up!

 (Kurupt)

 Make them switches bounce nigga

 California put your hands up nigga

 Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga

 Don't play no games fool

 And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em

 Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...

 Bouncin, bouncin...

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]