Buck 'Em (Feat. Sticky Fingers)

Damn this sh*t sound low then motherf*cker in my earphones
Alright, yeah that’s it right there nig*a
As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
F*ckin your click off with this blow
This hoe, that hoe make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won’t you break that biach
I’m back in the game gettin my dough
And f*ck any motherf*cker that say it ain’t so
Do it to em be young
Cause on the real dogg you the hardest ni*ga we um
We shakin em off, breakin em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here’s a shoutout to those with quad out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I’m not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
For real nig*a did you hear me, ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain’t that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullshit
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean nig*a the money is all green
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every ni*ga look the same behind a stocking cap
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Sh*t on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Don’t make a difference
Nig*as in the hood is still broke and can’t fix it
Fuck em, the scene is set (set)
And it’s a million b*tch niggas bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street
F*ck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
F*ck em, with no remorse ni*ga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, sh*t it ain’t funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, ni*ga wet and bloody now
Nig*a where your homies now, half them ni*gas funny style
F*ck em, it’s bout to get sh*tty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
Ni*ga what up now, you act like a b*tch
You bound to get f*cked you trick a*s snitch
F*ck em, boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it’s still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz f*ck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain’t got the papers
I ain’t got the time to sit and chat about
The motherf*cking vapors
Biach, don’t even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullsh*t
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean ni*ga the money is all green
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Cock it back ya know me
Every nig*a look the same behind a stocking cap
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Sh*t on waisted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
Don’t make a difference
Ni*gas in the hood is still broke and can’t fix it
(F*ck 'em)