Bicken Back Being Bool - Remix

Suwoo business on mines, blood, Bompton Inglewood, nigga. This the mothafuckin' Woo mix, on Piru!
 I'm just bicken back being bool
 I'm just bicken back being bool
 I'm just bicken back being bool
 I'm just bicken back being bool
 I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
 I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
 (Woo woo!) Where I'm from you hear that, the wolves come out
 Like on Bloods, what's happenin'?
 (Woo woo!) Cause when it's on, we're front line
 Ain't no bicken, the whole hood get brackin'
 I'm from the bottoms where [?] get chest highs
 Before Worldstar, head ups weren't televised
 Crack sales with shoe box deposits
 Homie lived outside and the cleaners was the closet
 Work got swallowed, enemies got knocked off
 Giver to the [?] half the nigga's top gone
 Work, sold for it, young niggas flocked for it
 I represent Inglewood and the whole corner pop for it
 Enemies all foul, snitch when you bust at 'em
 But they the enemy, fuck it, still bust at 'em
 Original young gangsters, the ones with the say-so
 We bicken back being bool, but on Bloods, we don't play though
 It's Mack 10, Blood, what it do
 I'm from the 400 block of the Q
 I put the Wood on the map, niggas say what they want
 But thank me for puttin' the Su in the Woo
 And all I think about is money, nigga rollin' in that fast shit
 What's the next move, homie, how we get the cash, yeah?
 Water in that soft white, get to rockin'
 I'm a D-boy, never did no flockin'
 Real Inglewood nigga with a real fuckin' attitude
 Blood had a 9 but the chopper is a fatter tool
 It's who bangin' so we shootin' out of Rovers
 And them 223 shells be knockin' shit over
 Lay 'em down, spray the whole situation
 You with this gangsta shit, throw up your affiliation
 I wrote the book and all the rules
 I can act a fuckin' fool but I'm bicken back being bool
 Do anybody remember the CPD?
 Look who outlast 'em, that's that TTP
 Arabian spruce, the cranberry's the juice
 That we drink with that vodka cause they don't make [?]
 The first platinum nigga with some big red plaques
 Then Mack-10 hit the scene, that nigga had me backed
 And I kept pushin', drinkin', smokin' kush and
 Puttin' money back in my hood and rollin' bushes
 Now who the fuck would say that? Find out where you lay at
 Bring it right up to your porch, your home, stay back
 Nigga I'm the unofficial mayer, a surreptitious player
 And I'll burn my wallet up before I pay her, mothafucka