BIG TRAY DEEE - I Can Make You Dance lyrics

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(feat. Big Rocc)

[ad-libs]

[Chorus: Big Rocc]

I can make you dance if you want me to

You bustas talking trash but ain't making no moves

We live that Long Beach life, so we don't give a fuck

So when you bustas ready we can crank this beat up

[Tray Deee]

Put your brownies in your back pocket grab your strap

We banging once again cause the West is back

It's the Long Beach finest, king of Eastsidaz

Hard as a rock and raw as vaginas

I brought Snoop back to these gangsta beats

Off the No Limit tank to the turf with heat

Search the streets, the whole city heard me speak

Got flowers every hour I conserve the D

Slang dope from the throat with these vocal quotes

Only loc roll these spokes blowing notes to folks

I ain't tripping, catch me hitting six tre switches

Or dipping in the coupe with a group full of women

Dogghouse banging, all out spraying

Strategic position of power and no delaying

Crip hop this not the average rap

Get you hyped up have that ass grabbing your strap

Like a G do, we who the bustas fear

Killa Cali, big daddies only come from here

As you lying, mega don living life to roll

With them hot girls with them pretty nails and toes

From Long Beach to Crenshaw, Promona to Compton

Dirty South, Midwest and why it's popping

Tony Touch only what I rap is the truth

So keep the beat bumping while I'm up in the booth

[Chorus]

[Tray Deee]

Tracy Davis, hard as a Raider, commitment to excellence

Never leave no evidence, most of us hesitant

I keep it cracking like cocaine

Stay doing the damn thang and let my nuts hang

Glenyard walking shit talking

V-12 stomping, grip riding non stopping

Make these marck niggas fear the led more often

Snatch niggas ice cause it's too much flossing

We up to the crack of dawn

Sipping on Sattin till the Sattin all gone

I smoke so much they call me Hickory D

And fuck so tough they call me Dick-Em-Down-D

I bring muscle game, cause these bustas got rained

Talk too much then a sucker got claimed

I pick the game lock, and keep the thang cocked

And shake a nigga brain like Biggie and Pac

Kadafia the Mafia and LBC

When I spit it homies listen to the profit in me

All black call that what the ladies respect

And those who disrespect done lost state to the left

What you thought, since you heard me rapping I'm soft

Last thang see the flame and the gat as it cough

Revelations in the making best to make your peace

Cause the soldiers don't control from the West to East

[Chorus x2]

[ad-libs]