C-Walkin Cha Cha Cha — текст песни (D.P.G.)

In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine

[Kurupt]
I`ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I`m goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
I`m launchin `em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor
In five seconds, `bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, `bout to blast everythin inside

[Chorus]
I think I`m good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin wit my lights off
Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war`s on (yeah!)
Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome

[Daz] (Kurupt)
What you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the t-shirts
The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.`s, double fo`s, six fo`s
Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scramble
Ridin by high, wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
I`m about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
(The motherfuckin G`s back up in this bitch)

[Chorus] - 4X