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(feat. Dulow Gang) [CHORUS] Ever since we came 'round and able A lot of shit done came down A lot of shit done changed now A lot of niggas came 'round A lot of niggas hang now A lot of niggas bang now, start to get the fame now [VERSE 1: Scar] I just want the change now, but how they 'posed to change now Been sockin' 'em up on my block and shit for 'bout a decade and some change now So it ain't so strange now, they poppin' at my Range now I done blew some brains out, nigga check my strangs out Meadowbrooke, Moonlight, Market where we hang out Banged out for the daytime, but the night made bullets rang out My Market niggas banged out, Bay Loc...Jayo My Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin' gang now [Bay Loc] My niggas go the same route, we've been peeped this game out Hoodsta's rich roll, I'm 47 banged out The joke and shit we ain't about, the loc is Crip and came out Crip talkin' and walkin' til my blue strings came out Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out SongtexteNiggas peep my strangs out so I pulls my thang out Nigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now Notorious Dulow motherfuckin' Gang clown [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 2: Jayo Felony] Ever since these fag niggas came around The game been fucked and watered down L-O-C-O comin' at you clown, y'all motherfuckers gon' get slaughtered now You're platinum do I feel you now, hell no cuz nigga 'bout to kill you now Y'all niggas ain't never gonna be shit But a house on the west coast is still the sound Fuck that, nigga get back, feel my rounds, hit bitch, hit licks, hit, kick the ground When this anybody killer nigga hit the ground You motherfuckers know how my Smith-n sound Get chips, get flipped, nigga this is Crip Anybody test that gets pistol whipped That's me and I'm still going out on a stretcher like -"FUCK THE WORLD MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS CRIP" Get chips, get rich with this, think we could rap and make a hit with this Nigga so jealous he the one who slit his wrists Cuz y'all faggots ain't doing shit with this C Bullet Loc will get even bitch and it might even be this evening bitch And bullshit we don't believe it bitch, when shit get thick y'all need to quit Get out the game you got the same sound, still gettin' beats from the same clown Don't look now niggas puttin' it down You was shakin' in your boots since we came around Nigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now Notorious Dulow motherfuckin' Gang clown [CHORUS x3] [VERSE 3: SCAR] Now think about it logically and see how it's sounding odd to me This nigga's a fuckin' fool and I'm hearin' he's talking about boxing me Nigga talking about boxing me, better be talking about poppin' me Choppin' me, Glockin' me, finally fuckin' stoppin' me That's some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy Meant to be so it got to be, niggas hard, well not to me Hurtin' how I rock a beat, click click and pop my heat Droppin' G's, coppin' ki's, 2001 still poppin' p's [Bay Loc] Nigga ain't no stoppin' me so listen to my prophecy Did time with Poppa C in the penitentiary Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly Numb niggas feelin' me, none niggas killin' me We going on a killing spree, nigga check your history Hoodsta's ain't no mystery, never ball your fists at me Bring some green and twist with me, niggas slit their wrists for me His bitch blew a kiss at me, now his ass is history [CHORUS] Aus Songtexte Mania