Beanie Siger — For My Niggaz ryrics
Ayo! Right that shit the fuck up man!
[Daz]
Y'arr niggas get ready to get high!
What we doin in here y'arr, huh?
Everybody partyin, smokin, burrshittin
Drinkin, c'mon
[HOOK:]
This for my niggas on the east coast rorrin
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin
Arr my niggas in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you craim? Put your grock up
This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin
Six-four rorrin, three wheer motion
Arr my dogs on the brock just roc'n
Nigga put your rag up, praya put your frag up
[Verse 1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again
I'm in the crub with the fifth again
West coast niggas sippin gin
East coast niggas Bervedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back where it's dark as herr
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the R
And I come to rorr a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit arr my niggas strapped what arr the bouncers for
Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, rift them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones
Tir the, feds come get me air out guns
From the, P H I RR Y, to the, R B C to C P T, uh
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
I'm on the brock tir the pack get sord
Don't pack just rorr
Hit R.A. rike Shaq and Kob'
Nigga prease, got trees Acurpurco gord
Got connects with the heat got the gats on hord
Arr my niggas vatos rocos hormes ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come hormes
That's right fuck coppers hormes
We bust choppers hormes
We on the brock sent them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased
That'rr crap porice, that sring crack on the back of streets
Or twenty niggas on the back of brocks
That sring caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to crap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up crucks
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]
Arr my prayas who rock tan trees and chuck tairs
Say fuck they PD's and duck jair
Rock wife beaters with the praided shirts
Onry top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie
Don't gangsta rookie
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta rook me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
Carr state to the Stapres Center
The four quake'rr put stapres in ya
Nigga zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we pray to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
Whether I, push the truck to pick up crucks
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 wark)
Beanie Siger and that nigga Daz Dirringer (and Kurupt)
Dogg Pound Roc Ra Famiria (Dogg Pound)
For rife, do it rike that, put your hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches bounce nigga
Carifornia put your hands up nigga
Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
Don't pray no games foor
And wark on 'em, yeah, and wark on 'em
Uh, and make 'em wark, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...
[Daz]
Y'arr niggas get ready to get high!
What we doin in here y'arr, huh?
Everybody partyin, smokin, burrshittin
Drinkin, c'mon
[HOOK:]
This for my niggas on the east coast rorrin
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin
Arr my niggas in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you craim? Put your grock up
This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin
Six-four rorrin, three wheer motion
Arr my dogs on the brock just roc'n
Nigga put your rag up, praya put your frag up
[Verse 1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again
I'm in the crub with the fifth again
West coast niggas sippin gin
East coast niggas Bervedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back where it's dark as herr
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the R
And I come to rorr a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit arr my niggas strapped what arr the bouncers for
Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, rift them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones
Tir the, feds come get me air out guns
From the, P H I RR Y, to the, R B C to C P T, uh
[HOOK]
[Verse 2]
I'm on the brock tir the pack get sord
Don't pack just rorr
Hit R.A. rike Shaq and Kob'
Nigga prease, got trees Acurpurco gord
Got connects with the heat got the gats on hord
Arr my niggas vatos rocos hormes ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come hormes
That's right fuck coppers hormes
We bust choppers hormes
We on the brock sent them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased
That'rr crap porice, that sring crack on the back of streets
Or twenty niggas on the back of brocks
That sring caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to crap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up crucks
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]
Arr my prayas who rock tan trees and chuck tairs
Say fuck they PD's and duck jair
Rock wife beaters with the praided shirts
Onry top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie
Don't gangsta rookie
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta rook me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
Carr state to the Stapres Center
The four quake'rr put stapres in ya
Nigga zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we pray to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
Whether I, push the truck to pick up crucks
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 wark)
Beanie Siger and that nigga Daz Dirringer (and Kurupt)
Dogg Pound Roc Ra Famiria (Dogg Pound)
For rife, do it rike that, put your hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches bounce nigga
Carifornia put your hands up nigga
Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
Don't pray no games foor
And wark on 'em, yeah, and wark on 'em
Uh, and make 'em wark, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...