Pop Pop Bang!

Pop Pop Bang

Do my Diddy

Claim my gang

Rep my city

One, two, three it's me

Baby bopper, I'm hot as lava, I gotta be

Eight bottles, a lot of models, a pot of bean[?]

Top dollar, the blue impala, know what I mean?

Drifting away, you, you can't keep running away

I wanted to say, we play the original way

Either you stay, lay the pistol or pay

We official, okay?

I got cooked up dope sent down from the bay

From my cousin Ricky, with the sticky icky

West coast baby girl, come and fuck with me

People come from everywhere to get a dose of the Cali life

Like palm trees and bomb weed

Riding on that sunset night

Home of the crips, yeah cuz that's us

Relative, gotta live, what it do blood?

Only grind one time, yeah that's the digs[?]

Better get some heat, when you're creeping through the beach

To each his own, the leash is long

Turn it up and get your T.C on

And tell em' Snoop Dogg sent him to the block

Let it rock while it not

Motherfucker, show you how to west coast

Homie keep it gangster, tell me how do these feel

Pop pop bang, swing it on three wheels

House party g[?], we raised off of g-shit

When it's time to get at it, you know we get sea-sick

We with the business by any means necessary

You can't fuck with us homie, we'll [?] and make it scary

I popped her cherry, and she gave it up in a flash

We wanna bang with Snoop, we wanna bang with Daz

Hop inside a g-ride and glide, take a voyage

Back to the east side, east side's where we're going

Where the hustlers [?] us raw with no worries at all

When you learn to see [?] before you learn to crawl