Blaze up It ain't about the centrip, it's all about the paper May the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast I'm Barbade Lexpiece and I keep my caxes creased McKinney's the lick, and you know where my set be Connect gang, nigga, from the west, we're the best It ain't no questions asked, you down to blast for me Down to ride for me, down to die for me I come through for these sucka-ass niggas Rep, come creepin' on them slowly, but surely showin' depth Put it like a magnate, automatic to static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke submerged We came up too much, too tough, and too broad We in the war zone, we're the war zone With your gun, nigga, show em where you're from, nigga Ridin' ass, young nigga, arsenal equipped Pottin' up the scorch with the double fours On the hip, rollin' with the force, he's out to catch a body Talkin' bout, I thought this was a gangsta party Now you walkin' around, saw that he's deceived Talkin' bout, was jumpin', about to get the pump To pump and then start dumpin' on somethin' You over there, party over here And if you wanna trip, we got the straps now Cause niggas like us, do platinum every year And if I rule this bitch, this shit'll disappear Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like you just don't care Cause we're on wide and dope, so nigga, act like you savvy Mac-10 in the pound, cookin' nothin' but the cash I'm servin' niggas like a host with a pound, so take a toast Y'all, this west coast, and I shitbump the most Cause vine to vine, I swing through the woods and fingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the hoop bangin' hits, to the yes, yes yalls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the road, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop, till we hit a mill ticket I be god damn, I'm in it for a mill ticket And to go successful, I don't know, to prove a show Usuals move a corner, hit a block back to back I don't know what's like that, where the gang bangers hang at They say, Dazzle, you a rider I reply, well hell yeah, I'm a rider From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission, bailin' hood Once upon a time, in the early stages of my life Sacrifice, out for the loot, shakin' niggas like dice Feather in the deck, say what you say On the mic, I display, Philly to LA I've been all over, from Prince Charles and Imperial To 180th, I'm sure Mack got my back It's all about mashin', cashin', heatin' the stash When you're with a neighborhood of a savage, you say Fuck you over there, party over here And if you wanna trip, we got the straps in the air Cause niggas like us do platinum every year And if our rules are split, your shit'll disappear Everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave them all around like you just don't care You a ridin' dope, so nigga act like you savvy Mack 10 in the pound, nigga, pound it Uh, what do you consider fun? That's the fun, that's the fun Uh, all day, night, and all day long That's the fun, that's the fun When you wake up in the morning and it start to yawn That's the fun, that's the fun All day, night, and all day long That's the fun, that's the fun Yeah Dub S-C-G D-P-G-C Take a picture, track Yeah, take a picture, track Yeah, take a picture, track It might make you rich Don't stop, don't quit B.I.T. That's right