Bicken Back Being Bool Remix Video (MV)
Performed By: YG
Featuring: DJ Quik, Mack 10, Big Wy
Length: 3:22
Written by: KEENON DAQUAN RAY JACKSON, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE
YG - Bicken Back Being Bool Remix Lyrics
Suwoo business on mines, blood, Bompton Inglewood, nigga
This the mothaf*ckin' Woo mix, on Piru
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
(Woo woo) where I'm from you hear that, the wolves come out
Like on Bloods, what's happenin'?
(Woo woo) 'cause when it's on, we're front line
Ain't no bicken, the whole hood get brackin'
I'm from the bottoms where [?] get chest highs
Before Worldstar, head ups weren't televised
Crack sales with shoe box deposits
Homie lived outside and the cleaners was the closet
Work got swallowed, enemies got knocked off
Giver to the [?] half the nigga's top gone
Work, sold for it, young niggas flocked for it
I represent Inglewood and the whole corner pop for it
Enemies all foul, snitch when you bust at 'em
But they the enemy, f*ck it, still bust at 'em
Original young gangsters, the ones with the say-so
We bicken' back being bool, but on Bloods, we don't play though
It's Mack ten, blood, what it do
I'm from the four hundred block of the Q
I put the Wood on the map, niggas say what they want
But thank me for puttin' the Su in the woo
And all I think about is money, nigga rollin' in that fast shit
What's the next move, homie, how we get the cash, yeah?
Water in that soft white, get to rockin'
I'm a D-boy, never did no flockin'
Real Inglewood nigga with a real f*ckin' attitude
Blood had a 9 but the chopper is a fatter tool
It's who bangin' so we shootin' out of Rovers
And them two hundred and twenty-three shells be knockin' shit over
Lay 'em down, spray the whole situation
You with this gangsta shit, throw up your affiliation
I wrote the book and all the rules
I can act a f*ckin' fool but I'm bicken' back being bool
Do anybody remember the CPD?
Look who outlast 'em, that's that TTP
Arabian spruce, the cranberry's the juice
That we drink with that vodka 'cause they don't make [?]
The first platinum nigga with some big red plaques
Then Mack ten hit the scene, that nigga had me backed
And I kept pushin', drinkin', smokin' kush and
Puttin' money back in my hood and rollin' bushes
Now who the f*ck would say that find out where you lay at
Bring it right up to your porch, your home, stay back
Nigga I'm the unofficial mayer, a surreptitious player
And I'll burn my wallet up before I pay her, mothaf*cka
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Suwoo business on mines, blood, Bompton Inglewood, nigga
This the mothaf*ckin' Woo mix, on Piru
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
(Woo woo) where I'm from you hear that, the wolves come out
Like on Bloods, what's happenin'?
(Woo woo) 'cause when it's on, we're front line
Ain't no bicken, the whole hood get brackin'
I'm from the bottoms where [?] get chest highs
Before Worldstar, head ups weren't televised
Crack sales with shoe box deposits
Homie lived outside and the cleaners was the closet
Work got swallowed, enemies got knocked off
Giver to the [?] half the nigga's top gone
Work, sold for it, young niggas flocked for it
I represent Inglewood and the whole corner pop for it
Enemies all foul, snitch when you bust at 'em
But they the enemy, f*ck it, still bust at 'em
Original young gangsters, the ones with the say-so
We bicken' back being bool, but on Bloods, we don't play though
It's Mack ten, blood, what it do
I'm from the four hundred block of the Q
I put the Wood on the map, niggas say what they want
But thank me for puttin' the Su in the woo
And all I think about is money, nigga rollin' in that fast shit
What's the next move, homie, how we get the cash, yeah?
Water in that soft white, get to rockin'
I'm a D-boy, never did no flockin'
Real Inglewood nigga with a real f*ckin' attitude
Blood had a 9 but the chopper is a fatter tool
It's who bangin' so we shootin' out of Rovers
And them two hundred and twenty-three shells be knockin' shit over
Lay 'em down, spray the whole situation
You with this gangsta shit, throw up your affiliation
I wrote the book and all the rules
I can act a f*ckin' fool but I'm bicken' back being bool
Do anybody remember the CPD?
Look who outlast 'em, that's that TTP
Arabian spruce, the cranberry's the juice
That we drink with that vodka 'cause they don't make [?]
The first platinum nigga with some big red plaques
Then Mack ten hit the scene, that nigga had me backed
And I kept pushin', drinkin', smokin' kush and
Puttin' money back in my hood and rollin' bushes
Now who the f*ck would say that find out where you lay at
Bring it right up to your porch, your home, stay back
Nigga I'm the unofficial mayer, a surreptitious player
And I'll burn my wallet up before I pay her, mothaf*cka
This the mothaf*ckin' Woo mix, on Piru
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back being bool
(Woo woo) where I'm from you hear that, the wolves come out
Like on Bloods, what's happenin'?
(Woo woo) 'cause when it's on, we're front line
Ain't no bicken, the whole hood get brackin'
I'm from the bottoms where [?] get chest highs
Before Worldstar, head ups weren't televised
Crack sales with shoe box deposits
Homie lived outside and the cleaners was the closet
Work got swallowed, enemies got knocked off
Giver to the [?] half the nigga's top gone
Work, sold for it, young niggas flocked for it
I represent Inglewood and the whole corner pop for it
Enemies all foul, snitch when you bust at 'em
But they the enemy, f*ck it, still bust at 'em
Original young gangsters, the ones with the say-so
We bicken' back being bool, but on Bloods, we don't play though
It's Mack ten, blood, what it do
I'm from the four hundred block of the Q
I put the Wood on the map, niggas say what they want
But thank me for puttin' the Su in the woo
And all I think about is money, nigga rollin' in that fast shit
What's the next move, homie, how we get the cash, yeah?
Water in that soft white, get to rockin'
I'm a D-boy, never did no flockin'
Real Inglewood nigga with a real f*ckin' attitude
Blood had a 9 but the chopper is a fatter tool
It's who bangin' so we shootin' out of Rovers
And them two hundred and twenty-three shells be knockin' shit over
Lay 'em down, spray the whole situation
You with this gangsta shit, throw up your affiliation
I wrote the book and all the rules
I can act a f*ckin' fool but I'm bicken' back being bool
Do anybody remember the CPD?
Look who outlast 'em, that's that TTP
Arabian spruce, the cranberry's the juice
That we drink with that vodka 'cause they don't make [?]
The first platinum nigga with some big red plaques
Then Mack ten hit the scene, that nigga had me backed
And I kept pushin', drinkin', smokin' kush and
Puttin' money back in my hood and rollin' bushes
Now who the f*ck would say that find out where you lay at
Bring it right up to your porch, your home, stay back
Nigga I'm the unofficial mayer, a surreptitious player
And I'll burn my wallet up before I pay her, mothaf*cka
Writer: KEENON DAQUAN RAY JACKSON, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.