"C-Walkin" as written by Calvin Broadus, Myron and Gregory Hutchinson....
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do

All I want to do ic claim RTC
'Cause all of my homies from ICG
So we goin' do this thang for tha LBC
'Cause we all one love and yeah this the dub

On my eleven gettin' slicker
Buyin liquor from a non-liquor store
Quick to dick a hoe and get that big homie for a 64
He ain't goin' miss it though

'Cause I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin' to take my dome
Hangin' out all in front of my home

Now I got to get some of my chrome on my own
Now it's really on
'Cause I'm a dome this nigga and get him for his shit
Put that switches on his riches

Now his bitch is my bitch
Ain't that a trip how I'm a crip
But I won't hesitate to test another rip
See that's the plan I was brainwashed not to know

But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
Ridin', hoo-bangin' like Mack 10

Back on tha streets again and strapped in
I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
Nigga I don't give a fuck, nigga I don't give a fuck em
Straight bang, bang, bang, bangin, bangin

[Chorus: x2]
Shoot em up, shoot em up bang bang
It's all fair in tha gang bang

I feel like livin' it up
I mean will like livin' it up, you know
Bang to that boogie and boogie to that bang
That sound of mi Nina when she feel that need to sang

I got a gang of bitches who ride for me now
Not to mention that homeboys locked down in tha p now
See now that road get shaky but you can't break
Watch out for them hood rats, snakes

'Cause E told me a little story that left me kinda hurt
The lil' homie did too much dirt and got worked
Now he's on the run and dyin' of thirst
Stayin' at his girls spot on 21st

And when he gets snitched on that ain't tha worst
'Cause he might not make it to tha last verse
But meanwhile back in tha p now
Me and my niggas is representin LBC style

Straight hoo-bangin and slangin cigarettes
I shank ya baby brotha just to get a rep
We straight bangin

[Chorus: x4]

This is Dogg Pound for life
This is Dogg Pound for life, yeah right
What you join tha game for you lil busta
Now you want to cross us out and disrespect us

Must of thought we was bustas or somethin'
I drop two niggas I don't need you niggas
That's that one thang I learned about tha gang bang
If you goin' gang bang

Ya gots to be able to bang like yourself man
So whether you bangin' for crip or blood
You better bang for somthin' young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas

But by Johnny Law 'cause they love to hang us I hear ya
I ride wit ya dogg if you can get me to tha border
My baby mama flipped out and dipped out wit my daughter
I oughta trip on that bitch I oughta flip on that bitch

I can't trip 'cause she look like my daughter and shit
So I'm a load up my clip and go ridin high
And every police car that I see ridin by
I autograph their car wit my brand new lid

Drinkin' to that set and hope my dog young have head
Throwin' up DPG for L-I-F-E 'cause that's all I see
Wit love for the LB


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"C-Walkin" as written by Gregory Hutchinson Calvin Broadus

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