21 Jumpstreet (feat. Tray Deee) (Explicit)

歌詞

Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all It's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs Are invited, so go and enlight it Cause it's the first time in a long time (right) Reminiscing about the Fresh Fest back in '85 When the dubs and the San Dieg's used to hoo ride On motherfuckers like it was the thing to do Eighty-five, eighty-fo', eight-tray, in year eighty-two (eighty-two) You know what the fuck I'm talking about After party on the lake at the big homie's house And bet nobody bring a motherfucking gun Cause everybody in the house's from two-one Tray Deee: Twenty-first street, burst street, where it all started And you know East Side, Long Beach, the hardest Niggaz coming realer than The Real McCoy So step with your rap and we bring the noise It's the gang of fly bitches, homiez on the switches Dice in the back if ya wanna get your riches No snitches allowed inside the crowd Cause this is the G thang, East Side L.B.C. brang In to have some fun represent two-one And bet nobody bring a mothafucking gun and a Snoop: Yeah, King Park was the location And the bigga G that was my destination (We were) lookin up to niggaz coming up before me And L.B.C. into my East Side homies (It's like) Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect) Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it) Nobody can see you, but you (hell yeah, the East Side's perfect) Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, yeah, now that's worth it) Tatatata Snoop (Tray): If ya bring a strap, then ya have to trip (so if you're on a mission nigga, go on and dip) We got meat to eat, (freaks to meet) And chronic we can smoke on, (if I ever get a loc on) Strolling through the Park one day Puffing on a fat ass J. with my homie named Tray Deee tryin' to see if we could put this LBC thing Back together like it was supposed to see Tray: Cause ya know I'm down with ya to make 'em get the picture And if I have to sit ya down then I spit ya Game from the heart, I came from the start See I was regulating when crackers was the daily's Snoop: Nigga let me interact with my black croaker sacks* And a gray golf hat tilted to the back (what's up?) Ditchin' Sunday school to get a pack of Now and Laters While I'm rolling with the stealers and killin' with the raiders Tray: And when we bang with the Saints then we ain't no joke Come around from outta bounds and we goes for broke Now we're breaking 'em up (hmm hmm), shaking em up (yeah) And just for a second we're waking 'em up (continue) Giving up game on his tired ass feet With a small dedication to two-one street