Biiiiiiiiiach
 What cha wanna do (2x)
 We're the Legion of Doom
 (3x)

 Warren G:
 1472 is the same cut throat and locs
 and plenty dopes can you cope
 You can call me Count Chocula
 I control all the bitches  Chi Chi control the riches
 and fly surf the snitches

 Snoop Doggy Dogg:
 Look up in the sky as the fly
 My herion wip  clip on hip  now trip on this
 A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
 set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
 And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
 born and raised on that muthafucking underground
 Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
 try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
 I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
 I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
 And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
 I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
 (WOOF!)
 I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
 the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
 It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
 I do it like a muthafucking rider
 And I represent all the time and
 I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
 (eastside) -look out, look out, come out
 cause here comes the rider man
 (rider man), nigga

 Jermaine Dupri:
 I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
 the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
 I swerve and collect, serve and protect
 never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
 I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
 they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
 Contact through the frame no mistakes
 to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
 now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)

 Snoop Doggy Dogg:
 Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder
 He got my back you know he put me up on game
 When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
 Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
 we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
 young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
 It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
 and don't forget to grab your strap

 Chorus:
 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
 it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
 Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
 and you don't have to worry when we in your town
 (2x)

 R.O.C.:
 Just a young muthafucker from the street
 forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer
 Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
 went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
 Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
 the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
 steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
 Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
 have him feel the strength of a black magnum
 Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
 as shown as them, set kissed like FM
 Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
 I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
 And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
 waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
 Handle his ass
 I love to see his guts and his blood spill
 and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45
 if a red demon in it from the sky
 Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
 and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
 We serve and protect all the hustlers
 and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east

 Chorus: (2x)

 Look up in the sky (in the sky)
 No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
 Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
 Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
 When we in your town (in your town)

 Look up in the sky (in the sky)
 No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
 Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
 Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
 And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....)

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