Bad Azz

Bad Azz - How We Get Down songtekst

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f/ Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams







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Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all







[Bad Azz - repeat 2X]



See me, I be about my dollars



In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars



I'ma G, we, be up for the Impalas



wit the juice, gettin loose on y'all, I make ya holla







[Bad Azz]



I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin



What's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play pen



The play pen party is poppin, it's strait line up



It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom



Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's over



When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur



Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon)







[Kola - Doggy's Angels]



Who make 'em chat?Angels rule the world



Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!)



Who got the turk to the dirt?Throwin nose and dope



Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!)



Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk



Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk



Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!)



Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z!







[Chorus: LaToya Williams]



(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down



(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down



(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down



(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down







[Bad Azz]



Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon



Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt



Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine



it ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out)



Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz



Take money by the motherfuckin gun



See I'ma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C.



I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun (c'mon)



Oh you gone?I see it real wierd 'til it's over



Where you at?We still smokin and this is Conyiac







[Conyiac - Doggy's Angels]



It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies



Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses



Regulate every aspect of the game



(Brain loose, sippin purple smoke)



That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt)



They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys)



Step up wit quiet and I could get us



Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla



I be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow







[Chorus] - repeat 2X







[Bad Azz]



Three, two, one, it's at the NFL like the thang just begun



I'm fucked up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts



I can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shit



It's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split



When it's this kinda party, we always act dope



Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope



Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn



I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan?







[Big Chan - Doggy's Angels]



Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps



Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped



Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that



We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made



Y'all bought - y'all paid



We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back



Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang



That's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang)







[Chorus] - repeat 4X
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