Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x)
Were 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 Im 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
Im not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
Im 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!)
Im like the wonder twins, my style activates
The many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
Its 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
Im 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 its on us to shut em down
Now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)
Snoop doggy dogg:
Lets 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, dont 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
Its your turn gone get on up and get the light
And dont forget to grab your strap
Chorus:
Look up in the sky, its a bird, no it aint
Its the legion of doom aint a damn thing changed
Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
And you dont 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 deaths a callin
Went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin
Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
The doors 40s 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 gs from the west to the north, south and back to the east
Chorus: (2x)
Look up in the sky (in the sky)
No it aint (no it aint, no it aint)
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 aint (no it aint, no it aint)
Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
And you wont have to worry when we in your town (in your town....)
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