Still Regulatin'

Lyrics

Welcome to our world ya'll
 COB World, C.O.B
 This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts
 Yo Quake, Felony Loc, Queen Kong COB, fuck with me
 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know i'm from C.O.B
 I ain't set tripping, i'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P
 Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D
 Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G
 Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Microphone check one two lets get it
 West Coast to death most get ghost and left
 Don't hold your breath, Crooked is so west with it
 LBC baby we so crazy
 I give her new semen rocking somе Old Navy
 City by the shoreline
 I tеxturize her like Proline, oh my we so wavy
 Drip hard like a nigga need a bib
 When I leave the crib get the 9 millimeter sig
 If I see the Pigs stash that they can eat a dick
 Shorty need a big cash app she don't need a gig, nah
 We going to let the haters know we in our own world
 I send you to Jamaica with your homegirl
 A down ass chick will get rewarded
 Same nigga say i'm tricking same nigga can't afford it, now...
 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know i'm from C.O.B
 I ain't set tripping, i'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P
 Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D
 Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G
 Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Old school drop top on 24's
 Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Drop that toxic jam for the hoe's
 Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Old school drop top on 24's
 Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Drop that toxic jam for the hoe's
 Now stop
 Don't nobody move, where the fuck I put my lighter at?
 Crooked got to smoke a whole cigar just to write a rap
 Oh there it go, hold up
 Hey what up my COB?
 Where the Eastsiders at?
 They gentrifying the ghetto its time to buy it back
 All that dope ya'll slang in the hood
 And you ain't got no muvafuckin' snaps on a mini-mall
 Ahh naw pour out all the Henny dog
 Put on a suit we about to go down to City Hall
 Tell them muvafucka's that its Long Beach or nothing
 And anything is moving through the city we going to get involved
 We all street conscious. but sometimes a nigga just toxic
 Don't blame me for how my mind works
 I ain't the one who brainwashed it
 44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know i'm from C.O.B
 I ain't set tripping, i'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the T.O.P
 Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team an trying to get a big one on G.O.D
 Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D O double G
 Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Old school drop top on 24's
 Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Drop that toxic jam for the hoe's
 Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Old school drop top on 24's
 Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga
 Drop that toxic jam for the hoe's
 Yeah, hey put your COB flag in the air, hold it in up the air
 Yeah keep it right there just like that
 On the count of 3 we going to turn this bitch all the way up, alright...
 1, 2, 3 let's

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Song Details

Duration
03:44
Key
1
Tempo
108 BPM

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