(feat. Kokane)



[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}]

Oh.......Chassa-dee

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

From the LBC

Chassa-dee

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

La da da da da da da

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

From the LB....LB

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}



[Tray Deee]

What up cuz? You know aint nothin different on mines

When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes

It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk

I'm blowin niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough

The last thought you rappin niggaz should think

Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat

On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you know

The general a criminal do low

Admit cuz I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it

Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin

By my presence I'm a answer to society's hate

A true rider with the mind - I pushed him outta his way

Fools petty and they ready steady comin with bullshit

A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule kick

A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast

Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash



[Chorus:  Snoop Dogg]

Now is the time

This is the place

To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace

West is the coast, east is the side

Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride

Money brings power, power brings respect

Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the tech

This is how it goes and thats how it's done

Eastside 2-1 in the land of the fun



[Tray Deee]

Niggaz how ya figure that the game gon' wait

I came home straight from the pen to take your place

Aint no chase this paper comin soon as I post up

And watch the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up

Fuck the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up

Take the whole cut and he be sure negotiative

I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike

Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight

Insane mental frame feel no shame or pitty

Since the game is shitty I gotsta bang the city

Trippin gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat

Grab strap jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep

This is the beach now any nigga got a rebuttal

Kobe eatin what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle

Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it

You want it? Then all invitations open



[Chorus]



[Tray Deee]

I take seven old B's put 'em in the street

Then thats seven more busta's who claim they got heat

And then it takes seven more C's before I start to reach

Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets

Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont expect it

Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected

No question I'm all you ever thought that you was

Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin up blood

Shoot first fools curse before they kick up dust

Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up

All they talkin cause I'm chalkin whole districts off

Since this loss a purple nigga's piss me off

Conflict with my clique get your bitch ass touched

All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as fuck

2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf

Check the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse



[Chorus]



[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}]

[Kokane mumbling until the end]

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

{They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}