[Too $hort] Do it again... We want it all (we want it)... Everything you got (we want it)
We want the diamonds, the gold, the weed, the hoes The coke spot and the keys to the Rolls You out of business, but no need to hang up the sign We 'bout to open up shop we got thangs to grind So potnah dude don't come back through Cause everything we see you with, we gon' want that too It's the law of the land, the way of the jungle Gotta watch your fuckin back when you slangin them bundles Ain't no love for you on this side You might have to die so we can get by You know the dopefiends they got to get high And if you ask me why, I'll just say it's life You cain't handle the pressure, when them gangsters test ya Why they smashin on you man, I think you best ta ask yourself, who made this fake hoe rich? Bitch nigga, we 'bout to take yo' shit cause we want it
[Chorus One: Too $hort] Everything you got, we want it (You got it, we want it) Raise up off the block, we want it (You got it, we want it) Leave the shiny whip, we want it (You got it, we want it) And your fine bitch, we want it (You got it, we want it)
[Too $hort] Fo' pimps in a Range, choppin up the game Gotta stop slangin 'caine we need a occupation change Cause the pussy gon' sell like dope Keep a nigga paid that's what I tell my hoe Get that money man, wish y'all had a bunny ranch Keep my hoe naked, never let her put on her pants No truss, no pumps, no lingerie Bitches hoein up that's goin on today Like I told my pimpin potnah, you know these women gotta give me every last dollar, when I see that bitch tomorrow This is pimpin incorporated, I'm all the way in this shit Married to the game, now get up out my business bitch I'm talkin to some pimps about some pimp shit It's a competition BITCH, I'm tryin to win this And I just got another hoe she's fine as hell I'm tryin to put some mo' trophies on the shelf
[Chorus Two: Too $hort] Put her picture on the net, we want it (You got it, we want it) Give me everything you get, we want it (You got it, we want it) Don't make me whup your fuckin ass, we want it (You got it, we want it) You better get about the cash, we want it (You got it, we want it)
[C-Bo] C-Bo is on some gangster shit, four-fifth, banger clip 600 stuntin, 21 sittin on them sick And how I get it dawg the same way I live it dawg The gutter's grimy I catch 'em slippin and get it all Take somethin, lay they block down, break somethin Guerillas with bananas that make 'em lay down they hammers Do it like the Santanas, rip the block to the slammer And for the cash I want I'm known to get hot with them clammers Heyyy, it's the heist for your jewels man It's plain and simple, your ice or I shoot man We get the stack of dollars, black Beemer black Impalas Pull up and take the block, made niggaz made the block I want it I get it I dip it I sit it Rather it's jackin or pimpin these bitches, a nigga wit it I go hard in the paint, hard large to the bank At the club 20 grand at the bar on the drank
You know I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a, gang of priors Maybe that's why the one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong, off-icer I have no in-fo to offer-ya He asked my name, so I came off the brain Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane" He said, "Smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya" Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies Now they got me down-town, spread my anus Buttock, I'm like, "What the FUCK is it now?" He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how" It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the, flo' up My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision At my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition He said if I lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top But take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said "I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback" They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring It's only strike one swing, batta batta swing
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It's one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they Ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes yes... y'all One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all You better swing, batta batta swing Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over 1 - shoot em in the face y'all 2 - shoot em in his face y'all 3 - take em on a chase y'all
Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it Hates Dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch Can't wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit I gotta get a job, so I'm fillin out applications Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks a hour Don't cut it, man I ain't widdit So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo' back Now it's time for me to start havin thangs I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin That they won't fry me, unless they wanna die They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was Sho' nuff, ain't no bluff, here them suckers come Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh I got a problem, witnesses ten Positive identifa-cation
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On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided Now I'm on parole, five years later The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball Fuck my P.O., I'm goin AWOL And you all can suck this dick, I'm sick And tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep I'm not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me I'm petty with a prior, will buy your fate With Wilson in the office, you gets no date So I'm putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22 Bound to another state, me and my crew Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick! And if you didn't already know, that you couldn't Trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass Used her death, and her family's name So he can yank more votes, and political fame It's a shame, that I'm the one they say is a monster Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with But FUCK THAT, I ain't goin out, like a punk That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack To hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga Like me I blast one blast two that's strike three
If you've got a ton of big face hundred dollar bills How much money would you have? And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram And there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a pound How many pounds is it in a ton? Got to be about your uhh, uhh, uhh.....
[Verse One: C-Bo]
I slide thru, the 5-double 0 drop S-C '97 Sport and shorts and matchin jew-els Worth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dress True ballers fakin meal tickets up in the West I know you wanna touch us cos at the clubs you ladies rush us Cos we're all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love it Havin money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini A nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see me At my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst Repeatedly, heated, dumpin low-low's, you know I'll burst To get my cash on, I spin the A-1 dolla For money by the ton, come get it with no soda
[Chorus: Mississippi]
Money by the ton, that's the way it comes We all, get paid Ooohhhh ooohhhh, we make Money by the ton, that's the way it comes We all, get paid Oooohhhhh
[Verse Two: C-Bo]
I'm all about the paper, nothin can come between that But Lexus, fully diamondback, ???? and bald caps Holler "Thug", that's what we be, who you see? Steepin out of ragboys, cornises and Bentleys Six million dollar homes, we stays to the flow Now how much cash can you stack in a twenty thousand pound boat? It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some Flossin, no one flosses like bosses do But caution, when they float cos the wrong step, bodyguards swoop To protect those, diamond Rolexos Sippin that XO on chromed-up leaky's and Lexo's I put it down, pound for pound, surrounded by the millions Fancy cars, movie stars tryin to make a billion Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket Addicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton
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[Verse Three: C-Bo]
Now how you picture mad loot, stretch Rolls and rag Coupes? Big faces laced, I want all my dollars brand new I stand true to the game, on loot to the money train Rolex's and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brains I bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse James Til the wild wild West is drained by Major Pain Who got the loot? Big bodied Coupes and S-Classes And when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casket Load up the rigs, with crazy big-faced hunds Headed for the drug, still weighin it by the ton Cos money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accounts Waitin on the ????? So be a baller, got to keep it on the slunder Milli'ns by the hundred, transactions thru account numbers More money than you ever seen in big faced hunds Comin in a hundred and twenty million every ton
[Intro: Voice speaking] You rang Is you down kichy, or even might love to me Payin', bangin' another time Look we got the trigger to quicker the caper Fools leavin' they guns, From the guns to the care to the bed to the scoop In this life ain't nothing they can think off But working overtime, nigga Some motherfucking hard labor
[Verse 1: Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz] They got my, Kickin' in dust, dirty Bust me, they must be dreamin' Trust me these cowards heard a murder And they ain't tryin' to see it They got 'em in there When I was to young to be in So now I'm comatosed, shellshocked and barely breathin' But, Still I respect the game Test me, you ain't Hussein Outlaw like Josey Wales Too tough to try to change C-Bo, they take me, change no We just slow at home Ready for war plus we deadly
[Verse 2: Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz] I remember when one of my teachers told me That I ain't shit, and ain't gon never be shit Look at me now bitch and fluwed your kid with this Now we're rainin' on our enemies Hennessy got me critically, Suddenly, instantly Knew their planin' with my misery It's to me from Makaveli the general Military mind, outlaw with camisole Critical condition for that hoes he fold It Hard Labor, knowin' this rap shit might save us Not from death, but where we came from
[Chorus: x2] [Napolean - Outlaw Immortalz] Nigga, all we do is act a fool is stay thugged out (Thugged out) And the first nigga that act up was gettin' thugged out Change the paper... [Young Noble - Outlaw Immortalz] ...it's Hard Labor Made the biggest plan that niggas makin' Sound aped, cause it is rapin' They can't fake it more
[Verse 3: Storm - Outlaw Immortalz] Gotta make more warriors Runnin' through my veins The story's told while the game's the same Fuck the world with your money, man, play the game Got stuck with your heartbeat, who's to blame What you know what I want, when you're bad as yours Got a vision of my enemies hittin' the floor From Makaveli to my Outlawz, I back 'em all Keep your mind on my riches, when I even the score First nigga where you at, speak, friend of fo' Got a 9-G locked, it's for if you fall Shoot first, let's play no different face I die for the shit, nigga Hard Labor
[Verse 4: Kastro - Outlaw Immortalz] Pick up my block, cock Please not wanna put a stop to my plot They locked my bitch up And even tried to lock in my pops It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major Mad, cause, nowadays too many hoes is on my pager Pussy and paper Pencil, politics and praise you Chase you and even chase me Straight to the penitentiary Nigga, the hard life, hard fight and hard capers Nigga, we're all thugs, overdosed in Hard Labor
[Voice Speaking:] Walked in the club and said a nigga drugs do us all Looked up and see my nigga Big C-Bo
[Verse 5: C-Bo] Check I was born to this life ,a sin, as a young thug Releasin' stress over (?) gin, laced with mud From day one I knew is wasn't no motherfuckin' love They use to jump doin' hands and now they jump in new as lust I was confused first to see a church On this hell on earth But it was them fools first to took earth For what it was worth I was raised in this great community, When there was no unity And niggas be on they own, As soon they reached (?cutety?) Be you and me Runnin' back, in a Cadillac Fresh of a jack With two straps in a Pontiac With only one life to live I guess the Lord had only one life to give It seems so trifully, bought a hill This fast nigga's life's a sin It's hell on earth, ain't nothin' worse Than givin' birth to kid Talk to sin until he buried to dirt It's been a thug life since day one, When I was thugged in 25 Years later got rid off thuggin' Hard Labo
I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4-5? Runnin from the Task Fo' but smashin for my cash Bankin corners, hop it then I blast on their ass See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen Doin 10, instead of me in my Benz on some twins Sippin Hen, smokin indica bomb And keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and feel this rap shit? Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97 Drop Mercedes, I'm the *?placenta?* of no love Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs Til they fuckin grave, mass murder motherfuckers to the front page When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave Nigga, fuck the world, I was raised in hell
[Chorus: C-Bo]
That's why we buck shit down and yell "Fuck the world!" I'd rather die here in hell then die doin life in jail But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the pack tailed From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in hell [repeat]
[Verse Two: Big Syke]
I'm bailin thru the set wit a 40, smokin a cigarette Blastin my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvalettes Gangbangin vets on parole as I stroll thru They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion But I ride for these motherfuckers, when I don't even ask Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know That this is Thug Life, motherfucker, til I leave this ho So as my knuckles drag the concrete, big homies hit the streets Transgressions under pressure, preyin on the weak I sink like a fish, I wish upon a ghetto star If the enemies come thru and ride on me they won't get far Big homey got out, hold 22's on a hang Runnin around, sweatin motherfuckers, talkin bout "Let's throw them thangs" Bang, I hit him with a bat and heard his skull crack Then I got *?him the wind in the trach?* til he shattered, to get the Mac
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[Verse Three: C-Bo]
It ain't no love for bitch niggas As I dump slugs and pull the plug on you bitch niggas Pick up my phone and have some thugs hit you trick niggas Wit on gloves or low tommy guns on them stitch niggas Hit niggas with H-K's, split niggas with AK's when we mash for the cash Doin a hundred, blastin buck shots off in that ass True outlaws ready for war, souls will never die The same day we meet death, the same day we ride Dumpin slugs with Tek 9's, more bulletproofs my 4-5 I just let em fly, screamin out "Bitch nigga die" We's about be a killer nigga, look outside Tell me one reason why I should pray for eternal life Born and taught in hell, with a gun store on every corner Bodyguard, bulletproof doors, it's hard to be a goner Strapped with heat, these West Coast streets of Killafornia From day one, they have straps on em, cos we was raised in hell
We dump slugs, and fuck thugs for their drugs When push come to shove ain't no motherfuckin love Bow down, we just hit the town But we brung shit like Hitler, bail em with a Sigma Switch with the first shot, gotta check the spot Burnin rubber out the parkin lot, pointin out the window Stuck off indo, bumpin my nigga C-Bo Bitches all in my business cos they think I move kilo's I, call my people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide distribution Now I'm posted up in Houston Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo Niggas set trip, a solo weapon is essen(tial) Keep the pepper spray on my car keys, only fuck with hard Gz Still get my ball on like Clark Nothin but the California hoggin me Touchin triggers, real niggas, straight doggin freaks
[Chorus:]
Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball?
We take the occupation when movin, my hustle never stop Check what? Some babies camera's peep the blocks, stash the Glocks Posi's squashed, ship ki's and here there's thousand dollar bidders Rim hats with feathers, more money than Perry Ellis Never known behind ???, talkin "let my nuts hang" Trade ya the .4-5 and the Tek 9 for a drop Mustang A long line of killers, drug dealers with stripes Just schoolin, you're rollin pontentially, could take your advice
We count big face and straight laces by the hundreds Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10 In a convertible Benz, fearin hunted, on twins They call me Bo-Loc, and fo' sho' I smoke the dodo And flip the '97 Sport to shake the po-po High rollers count, tall dollars will never fall In this shit for the cash nigga, enter, forever ball
[Chorus]
We are surprised in this rap game Straight gangsta shit makes the world go round, I'm nuttin nice On a dice, bets are more wet and crush ice X-O, stretch Rolls, Bza's and Lexo's And fuck the best hoes, and never slippin like Magic Johnson Keeps my cock down, increase my hatto, from Sac to Compton Rolex down, fools shot up, solid ice The gin in the cask was still followed by the vice In the S-Class, we does it on the gas On my cell, Bo poppin my collar, all about my cash How many diggers can you scat? Now picture that Without the feds on your back, homey, and that's a fact We attack with Mac 1-12's to protect my sack I pick up my pack, tellin the order "handle that" It ain't no room for you busters cos we knuckle ya downfall Player haters, fuck y'all, let these ballers all ball
[Chorus:]
Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Can we all ball? Tell me, can we ball?
Ballin in a 600SL Drop top with the fat V12 Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit Every dope fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit To take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg And Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro Padded, fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it
[Chorus:]
Desperado outlaws thru the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat [repeat]
Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin under pressure Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin, crack that ass open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his ass chokin on piss and blood Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess I had that nappy-headed ass stretched If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy And they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh
[Chorus]
Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick And fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies
Twenty five years old, still tryin to make a livin off-a One live, then they're only slugs give a nigga Fuck holes in my chest, took my last breath I, squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin him to his death ridah Surpise the whole block when we slide up An expedition in business, holdin them 9's up First to die be the first nigga that speak Murdered to death in the Killafornia streets I live my life behind a pistol, smash for the cash Bitch, life is too short that's why we murdered your ass Give a shout to y'all homies, gave your pussy to a thug nigga And all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealers Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas A black warrior, finger on the fuckin trigger Before I die bet they realise I'm a real nigga
[Chorus: C-Bo]
It ain't no clowin this trick, real niggas'll load clips Pushin luxury cars, when we dip It's all about stackin them chips, makin that long money flip And haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas [repeat]
[Verse Two: Mob Figgas]
Bailin times, fuck it, Mob Figgas'll get the bustin Ain't no exit out the dip, stuck is how I'm livin Driven to be that male factor It's like I have ???? a boot cha or do ya out the frame, and loot the cash Rush ya, bust ya, with fo'-fifths and extra clips Entrepeneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga now Pushin weight to my Eastend loc, he called me *?craze is grey?* Like Tony but never phony, that bitch ???? ????
I'm bringin it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real niggas down to kill niggas Five niggas, live niggas, lick and do or die, nigga Nine's nigga's time's tickin when I blow your mind, nigga Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga I hit the block and have it sold See my freakers hittin vicious on them po's, that's the way the game goes On tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loads Never had my niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi
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[Verse Three: Mob Figgas]
It's the hustler, you figure out I pack the biggest strap Boy, I get savage, fold some cabbage, paper chasin is effect Real niggas lost the fake, and a war that's takin place You might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain't the kind that can't relate Walk and trip into my car, stompin a chop off in my drawers It's the hustler verse em all, so I blast if it's called fo' Your detective ass wears raw do', real niggas keepin it inside do' While real niggas is ridin, that's how we flex when we despise
The Mob Figgas, I grew up with these niggas Trust my life for real niggas, ??? be the first to blast So I don't have no fear, when I'm out here But life still be makin me sick Had to feel the Gleec kick and see heat rip flesh from the unfortunate Allah bless your soul I know I was wrong but he crossed the real So I prayed that you will have understandin and feel My story, when it's time to wrestle niggas to respect
Real niggas out to get, out to get it on Screamin "Fuck em all" wit my back against the wall They can't hold me back, I be the first to dump On the worthless filth punk as he jump, felts kick from the pump When my nuts was young, we see they hung to the floor And when they severs 2-11's like teflon dyin out the door What they know? We Mob Figgas, born in them savage times Fuck your average ass rhymes, nigga
