(feat. Ice-T, Layzie Bone)



[Layzie Bone]

A to Z

Steve Lo, ball around the motherfuckin' globe

Nigga and you know how we do this here

Nigga we do that there

Pull up a chair, bitch



[Layzie Bone x2]

Livin' legends in your presence

Learn the lessings we stressin'

It's all platinum

We make it hot, hot, hot



[Caz]

You can call me, too sweet

Knock a nigga on his back

Penetentary six, I'm swingin' on the track

Call me Bruno the Barge

I'm livin' much too large

Muscle hard, disregard before I pull your card

Known to hauck hard, when I entered the spot

Pull some Cott but funk twelve on the dot

You think I'm not, here's the plot

Hair layed, game played

Back late at the Snootie Fox hittin' some Bray

Ain't no reason to hate

Nigga I ain't chosin' my fate

I'm a pretty motherfucker

Like a faggott wanna go straight

So wait, and let these pretty niggas speak

If you continue to doubt

I'll pull your bitch before next week

Nigga, Layzie, Caz, and Ice

Make ya gonna return like Old Spice

Nigga high, Yella's back in

Well even' Mack-10 can join the club

Even though he bangin' Blood

This a pretty nigga clique

Pock a stick and we dip



[Chorus: Layzie Bone]

Oh you a thug, you a thug, you a thug, nigga what

So bust ya gun nigga, if you a thug, nigga what

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, nigga what

So throw it up nigga, cuz you know we gettin' crunk

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, nigga what

Don't press ya luck nigga, cuz you know we throw this up

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what

So bust ya gun nigga, if you a thug, nigga what



[Layzie Bone]

My nigga Caz gave me the gat, and you can believe I'ma blast

Nigga I'ma smash and get this cash, makin' you niggas think fast

Nigga at last, it's real shit, the type of shit we bring your way

Caz, Layzie, and Ice-T and nigga we got them throw aways

Go away haters, and the fake then had they time

Nigga gone breakthrough with this rhyme

Nigga I'll break you with this nine

Nigga it's all about perfect timin', feel me

Or 'til the Lord call me home

And nigga you bet we still be, hustlin' tryin to get that dolla

Holla, holla

Swervin' in Impalas, and nigga we stay and heat 'em up

Beat 'em up Caz, put your hands on these fools

Take these fake ass niggas to school

Show these fake ass niggas the rules

Now you's fuck 'em, fuck 'em, buck 'em all (all, all, all)

And nigga we see your ass at the mall

And nigga we still ballin'

Callin' these bitches, like "Hey ho, what up bitch" (sup be-atch)

And they can't stand me

But quick to give me the patties, guess the public demand me

Understand we lookin' good nigga, and we dressed to impress

Puttin' it down for the north, south, to the east, to the west



[Chorus]



[Ice-T]

Who is the, gangsta rap inventor?

Slam like the Lakers at the Staples Center

Big pimp representer

Half you motherfuckers mentha

Knocked ya main bitch and bent her

Left her with a baby in her

I'm mainly known for endless funds, blastin' guns

Boostin' bitches, cars with switches

Known to rep the hardest city out on the west

Known to break a bitch in an hour or less

The indoor gun buster, the crowd mover

Quick to bring the gravity to ya, with the 9 roover

Reach out and touch ya with the chrome duster

The pearl clutcher

I started this shit and this the thanks I get

You fake Killa niggas get no dap, play the back

Don't O.G. me when you see, no eye contact

Cuz you could find yourself layin' on your back

Lookin' up at a blurry paramedic, Ice says



[Layzie Bone]

Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up, nigga what

(Livin' legends in your presence

Learn the lessings we stressin'

It's all...)

Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what

(Livin' legends in your presence

Learn the lessings we stressin'

It's all...)



[Chorus]



[Layzie Bone x3]

Livin' legends in your presence

Learn the lessings we stressin'

It's all platinum

We make it hot, hot, hot



[Layzie Bone talking]

M-F-S, K

How we do this there, we get that K

That's right nigga (that's right)

Layzie Bone (Layzie Bone)

Ice-T (Ice-T)

Pretty boys up in here

With more toys than y'all, we hittin' switches, cockin' glocks

And lettin' all y'all bitches know it don't stop

Yea, yea, yea it's all plat....

We told you how them Yellow niggas was makin' a comebac