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[Kokane & Dogg}]
Oh.......Chassa-dee
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
the LBC

{They say Tray is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
La da da da da da da
{They say Tray Deee is a baby - he's way too crazy}
the LB....LB
{They say Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}

Deee]
What up 'cause? You know nothin different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers that look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no
I'm blowin hats off as soon as my gat cough
The last you rappin niggaz should think
Is you can get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets beef you dont compete with uno - you know
The general a do low
Admit I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause and thinkin
By my presence I'm a answer to society's
A true rider the mind - I pushed him outta his way
Fools petty and they ready steady with bullshit
A full clip with jewell hit like a mule kick
A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I
Motherfuckers hit the deck I go in the dash

Snoop Dogg]
Now is the
This is the
To bang back the khakis the church fat lace
West is the coast, east is the
Long Beach is the city where gangstas ride
Money brings power, power brings
Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the
This is how it goes and thats how it's
Eastside 2-1 in the of the fun

[Tray
Niggaz how ya that the game gon' wait
I came home from the pen to take your place
Aint no chase this comin soon as I post up
And the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up
the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up
Take the cut and he be sure negotiative
I'm ruthless I crips and bloods alike
Thug for life - come and catch the tonight
Insane mental frame feel no or pitty
Since the game is shitty I bang the city
Trippin gangstas so I the terroristical heat
Grab strap jacket to reach the tinted to peep
This is the beach now any nigga got a
Kobe what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle
Struggle hard for my title and to hold it
You want it? Then all invitations

[Tray
I take old B's put 'em in the street
Then thats seven more busta's who they got heat
And it takes seven more C's before I start to reach
thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets
Tray never do it easy fool so dont expect it
Niggas get and they sets disrespected
No question I'm all you thought that you was
Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin up
Shoot first fools curse before they kick up
Clip gon' bust then they have to pick loc up
All they talkin cause I'm whole districts off
Since this a purple nigga's piss me off
with my clique get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb back as sick as fuck
2-1 till I'm never run from the turf
Check the badge boy we mash on run get it worse

[Kokane & Dogg}]
[Kokane mumbling until the
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy}
{They say Tray Deee is a ragy - he's way too crazy}