[intro]
47 in this bitch, let’s rock

[King Lil G]
I want 250K up front
When you catch the enemy you better rush one
She a pretty little bitch, she a plus one
If you chillin’ around me you better bust guns
Bitch I like to tote guns, semi-automatics
47 boy bout to make a hood classic
Come from the ghetto where the shit get tough
Join the enemies then you bout to get snuffed
If I should die before I wake
I pray to lord my soul to take
I got a sexy little bitch I gotta see at 8
And she got an attitudе, she ain’t got no patience
I’m a rich south sidеr
All the hoes love it
Million dollar deal without Wack100
See these ratchet ass bitches gon fuck for the money
How the fuck you get signed but driving a bucket?
Hoes got it all twisted
I’m a show you what time
Everybody is target when my soldiers align
I don’t be side with anybody who be siding with opps
I’m a throw a gangsta party when he finally dies
[Chorus]
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
All strapped with a all-black hoodie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
All strapped with a all-black hoodie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie

[Young Drummer Boy]
Aye I pop 2 pills with the dusse
Little bitch drink it up like it’s kool-aid
Hell yeah I need my money by the due-date
Stop playin’ cause these bullets got no name
All blacked up strap with the beam on it
New bitch tryna chill, I told her lean on it
Whole gang in this bitch, better think on it
If you hear about my name, you better speak on it
Little homie caught life, so I’m stressed out
Stop talking, cause you playing with your life now
All this talk about beef, you better pipe down
If you want it, you can get it on-sight now, stupid

[Chorus]
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
All strapped with a all-black hoodie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
[Mr. Shadow]
Better call for back up, hide your bitch
Bout to hit em with the Cali gangsta shit
This is it, this how lit it get
When you fuck with that west coast 1%
Yeah he went whatever he said he meant
Me and G pull up, heavyweight event
Panties wet, your girl’s getting so excited
Called her a hoe and she didn’t mind it
6-1-9 to the 2-1-3 got hoes waiting at the double-three
They all know what it’s bout to be
When they come around me and K-L-G
Gangsta shit, lost in the cloud of smoke
Opps know better, don’t want no smoke
Nah, I’m not the one you want to provoke
I’m a muthafucking threat
Go straight for the throat, you muthafucka

[Chorus]
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
All strapped with a all-black hoodie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie

[Young Dopey]
2 step, slide like this
Do the E-walk, I do mine like this (E’z up)
Blue’d up when I walk in this bitch
I’m an ese but might mistake me for a crip
This L.A. and we press full force
Last bitch left me, she couldn’t do it no more
She said I’m too much, always getting in trouble
Told her jump in the foreign, drink this hen and shut up
Headed to the intercontinental suite
Looking out the sky-view as I’m beating them cheeks
Turned up, I know, mister west coast
So serious I got that shit tatted on my dome
[Chorus]
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
All strapped with a all-black hoodie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie
Gangstas don’t dance we boogie

[Mr. Criminal]
Look Mr. Criminal coming busting like a bala
Dispensa on the tira
Enemigos they want nada
King Lil G - Mr. Criminal representing for the raza
Most sold back-to-back ever since Kid Frost
Smoking up on this kush
Hella high bout to lift off
Foos hella soft, plucked eyebrows and lipgloss
Hustle what this shit cost
Riots by the pits and the rots
We the muthafucking big dogs
If it ain’t Pac, Snoop or Dre
You ain’t sold more than me and King Lil G
In the last 20 years, check the facts of the muthafucking industry
Ain’t many with brown skin that sold millions
Smoking with the homie fresh out the pen chillin’