Текст песне : W.C.. Revenge of The Barracuda. U Know Me.
[Chorus]
I roll my good up, In my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know me man, I got the hood with me,
I got the hood with me.
But these bitches get this money,
Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.
[Verse 1 - WC]
Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed
And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad
All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience
like Mike Vick walking in the dog show,
Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all
Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls
Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows
For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module
Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock
Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.
Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck.
Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E
Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys
Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please
oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Young Maylay]
Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga
Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh
It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,
You got it fucked up.
It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',
Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.
And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment
I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.
LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers
And the kids at the graves way before they mommas
So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that
Capital CA man, and check the tat
Recognise by the realist niggers give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.
Angelino for shizzle respected by
Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ice Cube]
I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big
It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.
Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.
And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick
And it's not good that the hood is under a spell
It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,
While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz
Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge
I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,
pull Air Force One, up out the garage,
I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.
You mortals better pay, respect to the God.
You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,
Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore
Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,
In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!
[Chorus]
I roll my good up, In my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know me man, I got the hood with me,
I got the hood with me.
But these bitches get this money,
Got my thang up, keep it on me, you know me man.
I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me.
[Verse 1 - WC]
Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed
And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad
All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience
like Mike Vick walking in the dog show,
Like Giraffe Dick standin tall over y'all
Hangin with killers like suspenders on overalls
Crackin bottles, swangin and aimin' hollows
For niggas in solitary confined into the gang module
Clack clock, nigga I keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me all, i'm in a zone like a ziplock
Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up.
Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck.
Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E
Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys
Feel the breeze, Dub Retire Niggy please
oh the 110 with my Dickies to my knees
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Young Maylay]
Breath the fresh air, yes, yeah it's Maylay nigga
Big swang and I came with the Connect Gang members, and uhh
It ain't bright if we ain't light he ain't the shit nigga he ain't tight,
You got it fucked up.
It's all or nothin', we ball or bustin',
Till they put me in the coffin or the car I'm cuffed in.
And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment
I'm so West! (Hell Yeah!) But no extra's on it.
LA Dodgers, AK, Choppers
And the kids at the graves way before they mommas
So I rep the hat, yeah you can bet ya that
Capital CA man, and check the tat
Recognise by the realist niggers give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love.
Angelino for shizzle respected by
Niggas who rob in green coats and don't testify
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ice Cube]
I'm an old nigga on the porch, way to big
It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids.
Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit.
And he don't do shit but sit an' scratch on his dick
And it's not good that the hood is under a spell
It's wonder why nigga ain't under the jail,
While they treat this motherfucker like the Wizard of Oz
Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Rodge
I'm a captain yeah the head nigga in charge,
pull Air Force One, up out the garage,
I'm the grand poohbah, you're part of my lodge.
You mortals better pay, respect to the God.
You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore,
Now you can sell more, You're still Al Gore
Nigga I'm the president, you're just the resident,
In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent!
[Chorus]
Revenge of The Barracuda
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