Out the Moon (Boom, Boom, Boom)

Haha
What is an MC?
If he can't rap
But what is a DJ?
If he can't scratch
Don't worry about a thing cause my niggas goin' do it all just like that

Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over

Indeed I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
Bustin' rocks and Glocks
And gettin' ghost from the Police
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create young nigga
Yeah and it's just like that

LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
LBC out the moon 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
And my rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom

Now I rock, some talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
That make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
In your G ride
We gettin' me right
Hittin' with that Dogg Pound "C" life
Now it's I, with that stylish flow
So niggas step back or heads get cracked
And I won't let back
Who coming with that gangsta shit
The shit that only gangsta's get gangsta with
Not quick to bust your ass like the cop
Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
But I don't flop
I just flip the script
When I dip and set-trip
Keep the clip close to my hip
And don't say shit
When I blast
Now I done told your ass
Slow the fuck on down
Dogg Pound, motherfucker

Boom, and you know that (don't stop)
DPG's out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibrating and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom

DPG out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirror's vibrating and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom, boom, boom)

From the archives
I arise off the Long Beach streets
Won't be complete 'til the due is done to all that competes
Don't be alarmed as I swarm through
I warned you and your crew see wax
So, what's that? A known fact
Battle that the habitat I'm in is deadly
You can get the loot
It all depends on where your head be
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in '94
So, stand and deliver
Watch nigga's shiver
Quiver in they boots
As I mob with my troops
Through the east
Where the phonies get deleted
Be seated, and all the G's I know
Stay heated

See I was born to be known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job so I mob
Not givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs an' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat, seeking victims
Pick 'em and then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal

Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom

Could it be my history living G like
Enemies that want to see me
What it be like?
Picture me practicing perfection
Now hit the deck
Playa haters gettin' chin checked
When I hit the set
Watch how they fall
When I buck 'em all
We outlaw, Westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck them all then remain ballin'
Out the moon with my Glock cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should of never tried to rush me
You're dead here tonight
This is "Thug life"
Go tell them busta's
Up at Bad Boy records
That tricks got a fat mouth
Busta better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game I play wide open
I pull the trigga
Dead figure with his eyes open
His pride broken
I tried smoking but bailed out
Soon as they left me at the jail house
Mobbin' in my-

Yeah, and you know that
Death Row out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirrors vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
DPG out the moon then ya baby (boom, boom)

(I grew up with a Dogg like you)