West Coast Bad Boyz Volume 3

(JT Tha Bigga Figga talking)<br>Yeah, yeah West Coast Bad Boyz part 3 nigga, part 3 nigga<br>JT Tha Bigga Figga, Tha Gamblaz yeah<br>Doing it for my nigga Master P one more gin, uh<br>You better know about it, uh uh uh uh<br>We don`t talk, we don`t talk, we don`t talk, uh uh<br>You better know about it, uh uh<br><br>[JT Tha Bigga Figga]<br>You better know about that 4-5-7 we make it happen<br>Strangle industry niggas by they feet with verbal rapping<br>I`m a California kingpin a west coast bad boy<br>Chop it up in pyrex pots, cook the last four<br>Weighing it out, keep my name out your mouth<br>We came in your house, and all we want`s them thangs in your couch<br>We keep the privates confidential, face masked potential<br>Laced with that infra sharp as number two pencils<br>Linked like a two way pager my niggas major<br>Play for the Lakers, the Sonics and the Portland Trailblazers <br>Sitting at the stoplight, my dubs still spinning<br>Candy coated cadillac rovers we still in em<br>I`m an independent tycoon, living up in the mic room<br>64 tracks in intact, it make you bite you<br>On a for reala got you going blood finnas<br>Now we tearing down your project buildings like godzilla<br><br>[Chorus: Tha Gamblaz]<br>You better know about it, and how to go about it<br>If it ain`t real it`s fake and we don`t flow about it<br>It`s time for the truth so buckle up and grab a seat<br>And get the facts from these real life VIP`s<br>You better know about it, and how to go about it<br>If it ain`t real it`s fake and we don`t flow about it<br>Get ready the clock is ticking we can`t waste time<br>Here in California westcoast 4-1-5<br><br>[Telly Mac]<br>Yo it`s Telly Mac the general rapping for politics<br>And them niggas that be hating get split with hollow tips<br>Trying to come against collosso-click, bitch you could swallow dick<br>We on some trench coat mafia shit<br>My boys equal to bricks just ask the dopeman <br>Like bitches on the mic I spit tight to slow jams<br>I`m the ghetto spokesman, but ain`t that Hova<br>This Telly Mac about to snap and take the game over <br>Eliminating you imitating cats, when I`m demonstrating acts<br>Putting cracks in all 48 tracks<br>I`m sickened to my scratch like bullets and straps<br>I battle for contracts in combat<br>Spit a bomb rap on contact, I`m bomb back and blow shit<br>Bring your whole click I take no shit, I`m dump like four zips<br>And plus I`m out the four chips<br>Representing Frisco to get low west coast bitch<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Commissiona]<br>If you don`t know about Tha Gamblaz, you don`t know shit<br>We catch us now on top and still flaming the shit<br>We gone minus rule the world entire<br>Battling with us is like losing your luck, your life expired<br>We don`t rest in the west we make moves<br>We bad boys with plenty of noise and we voicing the truth<br>You like the way we pop collars, establishing the empire<br>Us some real riders, can`t shit divide us<br>I`m on fire like when Kobe acting 3-point popping a J<br>Before you speak nigga honor my name<br>You get hit from the flock of the flame<br>I`m rich like em copping caine from Filmore was born to ways<br>The home of the sheisty, renegades hundreds and these<br>You like the shit we spit on part two but this is three<br>I want the whole world to know about me, until I`m gone<br>I`ma carry on for T-Bo, R.I.P. you better know<br><br>[Chorus]