(feat. Bad Azz, Lil C Style, Tray Deee)



[Soopafly]

Check it, I bust a bitch till she butt naked

Soopafly D-P from Cali one raked

Eastside Long Beach, this one to eat

or all, rough, ruggeded and raw

We give it to yall, us niggaz give fuck naw

It's like everyday, I greet my niggaz with a grin

They pull out the dice, starting grinnin and shake it twice

But I don't gamble, I pull a bitch like a door handle

Let that bitch leave nothing but toe sandals

and a map, it's like that

I ain't payin nothing until she bring they pipe back

It's like twice that, my niggaz fell to semm they like that

Fuck rap, fuck a around and you get snatched

What a tight match, and Tray Dee, Soo' and Style

When I say tight, they "Ha" like Juvenile



[Lil C Style]

Bust a regal, livin life illegal

time to say whut up to all my people (Whut Up, Whut Up)

Eastsidin, did my first crime with an automatic nine

And every since then I known about to grind

Tryin to rap, and slang at the same time

That was then, and look at me now

Ballin like a motherfucka, puttin it down

with Soopafly, who got gangsta shit

Eastside Long Beach as we represent



[Chorus: Soopafly]

Pimpin everyday (Every day)

We doin this Everyday (Everyday)

Everyday (Everyday)

Just doing our thang (just doing our thang)

We ain't trippin (Everyday)

we doin this everyday (we doin this like everyday)

Everyday (like everyday)

Just doing our thang, trippin



[Tray Deee]

We dippin, sippin, saggin, and crippin

Slap a bitch with this dick with stand vicious, we pimpin

Watch a sucker drop, bank rolls a hoe

While mackin keep me stackin bankin, and clothes (We Stroll)

With a limp from the limp of my clip

Plus this heavyweight peace with all the diamonds that drip

Bitch, you best recongnize how we ball day

All day every day, ain't no playin a tray

I'm like an ace of space, I bust I'm doin too much

Catch her in traffic I'm scoopin her up

Jumpin out the white with the park lights on

High as a kite, shootin dice all night long

I stay hustlin and mustlin to keep my effect

Smoke a quarter or a half, fuck a cheap dime sack

I'm livin to the limt or don't live it all, get it and ball

Nigga look at me and my doggz



[Chorus]



[Bad Azz]

I floss my gold chain, with diamonds

The Italian style, the bad person Tray Davis, Soopafly, and Style

I never lost my touch not a bit

Today I'm better than I was yesterday with this 

Don't test touch my fast hand draw

If my strap is in the car, I'm going bomb to the shore

We the number one supporters, drugs, gang love

Smoke the weed, throwing up gang signs, we gangstas

Got to love, got to thugged it up for our mouth

I be on this every single day, no doubt

See me, I'm worth about 450 and ounce

I drop sixteen bars, and go buy me a car

I'm just an local universal with my vocal

Put the hip hop fan base in a choke hold 

My gang Dogg Pound, a gang of gangstas and entertainers

Sign an autograph, bangin, and we rich and we famous



[Chorus: repeat to fade]