Spider Loc - Bitch Boy lyrics

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[Spider Loc]

This bitch boy can not see me

Listen to the way I rhyme

On the streets I got that easy

This West Coast is mine

I got a hundred young niggaz wit me hollerin' 2 c's

Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 p's

I smashed in the 90's and I run into 2 g's

You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees

You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana

In Compton they say you used to glaze Santana

You gave that up, and really start trippin'

And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'?

You did change your heart, and now it's Piru

On DVD talkin like the downest Damu

But Doja, you know just as well as I do

The truth is the story that you tell is not true

Doja be in a gang for the last few years

And tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears

Stop the frontin' You ain't wit the funken at all

You really ain't nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball

Rev Riders Red Rags

Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin

You ain't got no background you talk about T.V.

If it ain't about Tupac, It's all about Easy

If it ain't about Easy, It's all about Fif and the Unit

I wonder who's listenin' to it

Jumped on Dre's dick and do nuttin to Yucmouth

Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden

I've come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded

How the Fuck'd you get me started

But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that

You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats

When Fosen died you lost ya G side

And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride

And they said no bullshit, it's on fo' real

You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil

Oh I'm from, that's just how the politics go

I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe

I'm a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow

In big blue diamonds look how my shit glow

You don't know, where I'm from

You don't know, where you from

You can catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire

Or pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mya

And I don't really wanna let the Tec speak

So Bitch Boy, check your technique

And while your at that check the streets good

The Eastside Riders don't fuck with Eastwood

You just a bad look for the Dymu's

Tight drawers saggin', hatin' ya high school

G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider

Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!"

I'm from the most gang and I flow tighter

Take back the Bentley's, go get a ghost rider

Jacion callin' for peace

he said it his self, you should call the police

If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I'ma EC banger with G-Unit chips

I can tell that you hate it alot

But I'ma stay on top, if ya hate it or not