IBWin` Wit My CREWin`

IBWC`s in the house, fool<br>And Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafucka<br>And I`m sendin this out to all my homies in the west coast<br>Yo-Yo, kick that!<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>IBWin wit my CREWin<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>(Get down, get down, get down)<br><br>[ VERSE 1 ]<br>Back once again, rushin yo ass like a green light<br>Yo-Yo`s back and puttin up another mean fight<br>Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror<br>True to the game, fakin never<br>You know I`m from the Lench Mob, so I`ll scrub if I have to<br>Beatin fools down, stompin em in the ground<br>See, hoes be gettin mad, tryin to step to the Yo-Yo<br>Because they man be at em blowin kisses at my photo<br>See, I`ll hang yo ass by a tree<br>Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3<br>Scot free, a psycho`s on the loose, and if you haven`t seen me<br>It`s cause I wreck shit and disappear like a genie<br>A beanie is what the girlies wear when we`re mobbin<br>IBWin, true fuckin crewin, you threw in the towel <br>When I started walkin the road to styles<br>Leavin dead bodies for miles and miles<br><br>Yeah, come on<br>(Come on)<br><br>IBWin wit my CREWin<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>(Get down, get down, get down)<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>Creepin like a tagger, got my stripes and I`m golden<br>Pop my JVC in my deck, and now I`m rollin<br>Oh and, if you didn`t know that I be blowin<br>Dope funk tracks back to back, and they so fat<br>Dealin with a gangster man who`s got a gangster plan<br>For those who don`t understand<br>My motto`s just like the lotto`s:<br>Gotta say fuck it and make may ducats<br>Stayin on the d-l, so when you see me later, alligator<br>I`ll be out a while, crocodile<br>Gettin real funky on my shit for nine-trey<br>>From the west to the east with my homies fade away<br>I can rock you harder than the ave`<br>So don`t be mad if I smash this beat through your monkey ass<br>I`m just IBWin with my crew and<br>Doin what we doin, this is how we do it<br>Come on<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>IBWin wit my CREWin<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>(Get down, get down, get down)<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>I cop a little beat for the Yo to come off on<br>Anyway you ride it, you still can get your flow on<br>So listen while I g-o and break some niggas` ego<br>Yo-Yo be rippin shit, but you don`t hear me though<br>It`s one of those Saturdays, and we`re hangin<br>Rollin 7 deep in my homie`s station wagon<br>Lookin all faded, eyes redder than a apple<br>Stop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snapple<br>Eyes all redded from the Thai, grab some ??? for the eye<br>Huh, cause everybody`s high<br>Dressed in our best K-Swiss, and yes, oh yes<br>With the munchies, but ain`t nobody got no munchie money<br>Just headed to the mall, so we can clown like we`re doin it<br>They wanna know, tell em we`re IBWin<br>Just chillin, chillin and we`re willin<br>And if you didn`t know, we got that feelin<br>Ugh<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>IBWin wit my CREWin<br><br>(Come on)<br><br>IBWin wit my CREWin