I Kame ta Bang (Bring It On)

Intro: B-Brazy:

Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Woop woop! Geah... Bang this shit nigga, yeah, bang this shit, nigga

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

I shoot the clear red dice with the white dots on 'em
And I'm, on 'em and buckin' em and don't nobody wantin' 'em
See don't mean I'mma jump on 'em, knock 'em out, dump on 'em, ha
And stomp on 'em with the gangsta boots
Y'all niggas think y'all cute but y'all broke like me
And no mothafucka out there to be my G
And y'all ain't puttin' no work since '83
Now fifty sack, any gat, nigga on me
I be'z, the braziest, nigga out the pack
That put y'all niggas out on a rack and buy a sack, I can't relax
Nigga, you wrinkle too much shit
The homies die, I C-K ride and all that shit
And fuck a bitch, that he-say, she-say shit
I'm gon' be rich for curb servin' too, I rather do licks
And spit this gangsta shit to every bitch I meet
And hit the corner draggin' the bumper and scrapin' the street
Still the Allstars smolden?
Khakis, Turkish?, Oakland
Slick? shirt with two buttons, now ain't that somethin'
Ain't no stoppin' me, nigga, I still gon' hang with them Lanes
KP and Laniak, D.L., goin' out with a bang, nigga. For the Lanes...

Verse 2: Spyder:

I can make your heart beat then make it stop
To the streets, everybody shake the fuckin' spot
I know you hot, but you keep woopin' and smashin'
Strappin' and blastin', always ready for action
Assassins, murderers, killas, real Dawgs
Ready to feel y'all, willin' to kill y'all
Bow down, fall, hold up, nigga pause... (Spyder blazing) Westside Crenshaw Mafia
Gangsterism comin', killin', bringin' flame me
The same young mothafuckin' G, SP, don't test me
Fool, I'll leave you alone
While I woop on the streets, 'til I get dawn?, it's on
And crackin', like some accidents in yo' town
Can't you go to hoe?, four rounds, you's a hoe now, oh
Take it how you want it bitch, this is Westside
'Til I dizz-ie, I'm hig-zzhie, so wizz-ie should not, fuck it up
Like this, comin' sick, like a G
Westside B, I'm comin' G'd, off the weed, mothafuckin' stress
And I put it to the test, and I don't give a fuck
To the motherfuckin' heart, the chest
I'm a Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta nigga, and I bank ya nigga, I won't thank ya nigga
When I gank you for all the shit you own
It's 10-4 Mafioso, and nigga, I'm full-grown Dawg
Crenshaw Mafia fool and I'm comin' up, with the gangsta shit tryna come up
On some fuckin' cheese and cabbage, I'm a savage for my cream
The Crenshaw Mafia gang's on the scene
Lookin' mean mug, Crenshaw Mafia Blood, I don't give a fuck, nigga
And I bust, nigga, and I don't trust a, mothafuckin' ruddy-rag bitch
I'm a sick, mothafuckin' terrorist, when it comes to this, nigga

Background "Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches

Verse 3: Lil' Hawk:

Now I woke up late, at about noon
Realize I had to be in the Bottom real soon
Nigga I jumped up out my bed, nigga my khakis was already creased
Woop woop, I got schooled?, by my nigga SP
(Background SP vocals: Woop, woop!)
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what the fuck, I be yellin'
Everytime I be bellin', nigga, ain't no mothafuckin' tellin'
When I startin' to woop woop, niggas woop woop wit' my niggas
We don't be givin' a mad fuck, 'cause we them number one Crab killas
That be puttin' down, worldwide, nationwide too
And, I don't be givin' a fuck 'cause I'm that little Damu
Background SP vocals: Woop, woop
That be representin' my turf, givin' it all to the good
'Cause these niggas know whassup, nigga, OG Inglewood
Nigga, the city of the Bloods, 'cause we be dumpin'
Havin' 'em comin' and breakin' 'em off, these niggas ain't talkin' about nothin'. (Background SP vocals)
'Cause they be bitches to me, straight snitches to me
And y'all be knowin' about them niggas on C-K Bentury
'Cause we be knowin' for fuckin' niggas up all the time
Niggas I bail down the line with my mothafuckin' nine
Nigga you don't wanna be me, 'cause, nigga, I put it down
From the streets in TV, man, you don't wanna be me
Lil' Y.G.B. that be, gangsterism
Bitches all over my nuts straight showin' me favoritism
But I don't be givin' a mad fuck about no mothafuckin' rag, bitch
I'm here to get my G's, get the fuck up off of these
Now please, do you understand?
Nigga tryna come with that shit, but they can never be the man
My plan is the bombest, and I'm the realest
Nigga from the mothafuckin' Inglewood, the Bottomsville style, wow, ohh shit
I keep it poppin', ain't no mothafuckin' stoppin', up and down the block
Kid, now I'm keepin' it crackin' like some mothafuckin' yay
Spell my name L-I-L H-A-W ends the K, with a bang, nigga

Outro:

"Mothafucka, bring it on!" vocal scratches
Background vocals: Woop