Rollin Wit A Gang

And I'm rolling with the gang
And I'm rolling with the gang
Yes, I'm rolling with the gang
Rolling with the gang

The D-O-V-E, quote is in the house
With the attitude like Brutus, and watch me do this
Funky style on this track when I bring this gangsta shit
That's me, the nigga no biter
Funky styles that I write-a, no need for a typewriter
So understand that I'm dwelling in the shack
I'm a Long Beach mack with my tre-five-seven gat
Fully strapped on my hip so don't trip but if you choose to
Train tracks around your eyes, from who? Me
The C-K-N-I-G-H-T, down with me, niggas
So what's we, get props like watermelon
Smoking on niggas that's telling while I'm bailing
Down the street like a shack nigga
Because I figure if I stand tall
And U-Haul a big gun with me
And be a dub, you see
Niggas would respect this 'cause they couldn't check this
Negro with a flat-top afro
But I do a Dove Shack cap though
But I'm gon' head it back to the shack, nigga (Haha)
And I'ma leave it like that

And I'm rolling, rolling, rolling on

Well, since I'm rolling with a gang and I hang in the LBC
That's where you're finding me dropping the TNT
On every block, do a stop, now it's me
'Cause I'm the nigga that they call the S-E-2-0-0-P
And I'm wicked, really, really wicked
And I like stick it and I like kick it
At the Dove Shack, in the front, niggas got the blunts
In my mouth, who's in the house?
From the North to the South, it's the nigga that they call the Scoopa
The trooper, the nigga that shoot ya
Run through ya like I never knew ya
Ain't nothing to ya, this nigga Scoopa Doo ya
Who gives a fuck, not them niggas from Big Nuts
They got my front, they got my back, they got my middle
Probably catch me in my MC on Willow
Sitting on some D's, ready to make the motherfuckers bark
'Cause it gets crazy after dark when the shit gets sparked
And I'm rolling

And I'm rolling with the gang
And I'm rolling with the gang
Yes, I'm rolling with the gang
Rolling with the gang

Now everybody bob your head to that gangsta swing
Swiggity-swing, where we hang, where we bang
In the Eastside streets of the city by the sea
Simply known as Strong Beach
As I creep, creep, crawl through the back door alleys
Coming straight from the city, Long Beach, Cali
Death rate high, dividends low
This is the boat rock gangsta from the ghetto
Therefore, I really don't give a mad mental finger
The funky rap singer, the chronic high linger
Original young gangsta, yes, I roll with the gang
Dividends be on large 'cause I do chronic slang
The microphone all the way across the room
Damn, this is the bomb, boom
As we fly like some doves, much love to the Dove from the Dove Shack
And I'ma leave it like that

And I'm rolling with the gang
And I'm rolling with the gang
Yes, I'm rolling with the gang
Rolling with the gang

And I'm rolling, rolling, rolling on