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Correct IBWin' Wit My Crewin' Lyrics
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IBWC's in the house, fool And Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafucka And I'm sendin this out to all my homies in the west coast Yo-Yo, kick that! (Come on) IBWin wit my CREWin (Come on) (Get down, get down, get down) [ VERSE 1 ] Back once again, rushin yo ass like a green light Yo-Yo's back and puttin up another mean fight Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror True to the game, fakin never You know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll scrub if I have to Beatin fools down, stompin em in the ground See, hoes be gettin mad, tryin to step to the Yo-Yo Because they man be at em blowin kisses at my photo See, I'll hang yo ass by a tree Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3 Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen me It's cause I wreck shit and disappear like a genie A beanie is what the girlies wear when we're mobbin IBWin, true fuckin crewin, you threw in the towel When I started walkin the road to styles Leavin dead bodies for miles and miles Yeah, come on (Come on) IBWin wit my CREWin (Come on) (Get down, get down, get down) [ VERSE 2 ] Creepin like a tagger, got my stripes and I'm golden Pop my JVC in my deck, and now I'm rollin Oh and, if you didn't know that I be blowin Dope funk tracks back to back, and they so fat Dealin with a gangster man who's got a gangster plan For those who don't understand My motto's just like the lotto's: Gotta say fuck it and make may ducats Stayin on the d-l, so when you see me later, alligator I'll be out a while, crocodile Gettin real funky on my shit for nine-trey >From the west to the east with my homies fade away I can rock you harder than the ave' So don't be mad if I smash this beat through your monkey ass I'm just IBWin with my crew and Doin what we doin, this is how we do it Come on (Come on) IBWin wit my CREWin (Come on) (Get down, get down, get down) [ VERSE 3 ] I cop a little beat for the Yo to come off on Anyway you ride it, you still can get your flow on So listen while I g-o and break some niggas' ego Yo-Yo be rippin shit, but you don't hear me though It's one of those Saturdays, and we're hangin Rollin 7 deep in my homie's station wagon Lookin all faded, eyes redder than a apple Stop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snapple Eyes all redded from the Thai, grab some ??? for the eye Huh, cause everybody's high Dressed in our best K-Swiss, and yes, oh yes With the munchies, but ain't nobody got no munchie money Just headed to the mall, so we can clown like we're doin it They want to know, tell em we're IBWin Just chillin, chillin and we're willin And if you didn't know, we got that feelin Ugh (Come on) IBWin wit my CREWin (Come on) IBWin wit my CREWin
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