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Correct Not A Dance Lyrics
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Spider Loc
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Correct Not A Dance
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[Young Buck:] I see all of these niggas with these rags in they pockets, How many of 'em really bang And where the fuck is you from and what the fuck do you claim [Chorus: Young Buck] You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood On this block where we put in work homie do your thang This shit is not a game Better watch what you claim When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance [Verse 1: Spider Loc] Gang bangers! Cuzz you can get mopped up for walkin like that You ain't from nowhere so stop talkin' like that You best pull your pants up and lose that rag Or you 'gon make the Loc loc up and use that Mag I'm shooter I keep fresh prints on the Glock And you's a goofball the real fresh prince on the block Pop imposters quick serve these bustas slugs You ain't a Crip or a Blood naw just a thug Niggas start Harlem Shakin' and get carried away But bust a wrong move and you can get buried today I stay in these streets gangbangin' with a black Mac What happened to the baggy jeans and ya back pack? [Chorus: Young Buck] You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood On this block where we put in work homie do your thang This shit is not a game Better watch what you claim When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance [Verse 2: Young Buck] If you ask me bangin' started on the West Coast Way 'for a nigga ever heard of Death Row I was out there me and my big cousin E These Califonia streets ain't like Tennessee But the hood ain't no different it's the same old shit Don't nobody talk when a nigga get hit Fell in love with this life, started takin' them trips I got a few Blood homies but I hang with Crips Put in my work I'm stickin' to the g-code I got my ass in that car and let that heat go Let you tell it you a motherfuckin' og But they don't know you and niggas know me [Chorus: Young Buck] You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood On this block where we put in work homie do your thang This shit is not a game Better watch what you claim When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance [Verse 3: C-Bo] I hustle on the block Work my muscle with the pot Touch the cash fast Like 0 to 60 on the dash My. 38 Mag out the stash As I roll past Cause the Gucci bag got more cash you're ever gonna have See I'm a gang banger Neighborhood caine slanger If I'm not a gang banger got caine caine slanger I don't C-Walk to dance Probablly if I chalked a man I just hit a Ca$hville trap and made a hundred grand I just made a nigga flat That was the size of Shaq I'll bat On that half-a-stick sprayin' my Mac Like when the homies attackin' Then kills a top head I might C-Walk in the club and spend top bread Like yeah the block bled Niggas ain't said a word Now I sit in the perfect position for me to set a verb [Chorus: Young Buck] You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood On this block where we put in work homie do your thang This shit is not a game Better watch what you claim When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance
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