[Intro]
I'm short, let's jack this nigga
Let's jack these muthafuckas comin' up the muthafuckin' street
Oh yeah
Who is these niggas, man?
Ey, wassup, homie?
Wassup?
Where you stay at, dog? Huh? Huh?
Nigga, ay, nigga, come here, muthafucka!
[Chorus: G" Len]
Westside G's, comin' with a bang
Muthafuckas gon' swang off the woop woop gang
Woop woop, gettin' rowdy
Yo June, break 'em off, dog
[Verse 1: June Dawg]
Step on back and pass the strap because it's on
I drop cops with a pop like if my name was Al Kapone
Hard as stone as I swoop in a all black Coupe
It's a 2-11, in other words a woop woop
I step around the corner, bought a sack so I can blaze
Gangsta'd out from head to toe with Dulo, Len and Braze
The J-U-N-E from the LA City
I be the downest YG like in all eternity
Woop woop means to get you for your ends and your Benz
Sometimes I find myself woop woopin' on my friends (Yeah)
My finger's on the trigger, pull back then I hit 'em
And ride through the sunset, straight gangsterism
[Interlude: G" Len + B-Brazy]
Now my niggas on Figueroa is rowdy (Like a muthafucka)
Jack a busta for his ends then we out (Out)
And you's a fool if you flex up
Next up from the 'Roa is the Mr. Dulo
[Verse 2: Mr. Dulo]
Mr. Dulo comin' out shankin' fools, gankin' fools
Off of that dank and brews
On a Figueroa tip, if you slip you trip and get ripped
'Cause frustrated niggas gots the clip
Just for the MAC-10 (Comin' with the G" Len)
As we just begin, I gets funky as an 8-ball junkie
Huh, and I say fuck a honkie
Best say fuck me, so fuck you
You come to my neighborhood you get woop woop
I ain't a crazy muthafucka, but I'm fed up
And like 2Pac, I gots to keep my head up
[Chorus: G" Len]
Woop woop, straight jackin', woop woop
Gettin' rowdy, woop woop
Regulatin', woop woop
On Figueroa
[Interlude: G" Len]
When I'm short I feel like woopin'
Take your ride, get inside and start swoopin' (Dog)
So when you see us comin', fool, you better run
You might be a victim of the 211
[Girl singing: Ms. Chocolate?]
Oooooh, it's just another woop woop
[Interlude: G" Len]
Lace they ass, Braze
[Verse 3: B-Brazy]
Well, G" Len? And I'ma break that ass on a dice game
It's the YG B-Braze from the Fig' gang
And a Coupe needs a paint and a pearl
Stick 'em five-six, huh, that's how I lick 'em
As for the double on the riches, dog
I'm on the Coupe-ball twitches, and hop 'em like a bullfrog
Yep, I'ma shoot 'til I break your ass, but if I lose my cash
Woop woop, I'ma jack that ass
Then laugh 'cause you just got worked
By a lil' nigga saggin' in some khakis and a T-shirt
Then to my G homie for a double up
And hope you hook me up so I can get the Coupe kut
So, G" Len, won't you hit 'em?
And I'ma fire up the dank, nigga, and keep it gangsterism
[Verse 4: G" Len]
My crew just struck, now it's time for me to strike
Up a match, place a batch, get it lit, take a hit
Then, uh, give 'em a chunk of some real gangsta funk
Got a fat sack of skunk, G'd up and I'm drunk
Off tha 40-o, buckwild like a rodeo
Woop shit, get hit with the .44
You get faded, regulated
The woop woop hood's located... (On Figueroa)
Come to the turf, fool, you bound to get stuck
Creepin' in my Chucks and I don't give a fuck
About another damn hoe, I put a tag on your toe
We doin' do-lows on Figue-fuckin'-roa
2-1-1, better wear a vest
Woop to the woop, crazy dogs from the West
Side, damn, it's time to shake the spot
You come to the Westside, fool, you gettin' got
[Chorus: G" Len]
Woop woop, straight jackin', woop woop
Gettin' rowdy, woop woop
Regulatin', woop woop
On Figueroa
Woop woop, straight jackin', woop woop
Gettin' way rowdy, woop woop
Regulatin', woop woop
On-On-On Figueroa
[Outro]
Gangsterism
Gangsterism
The gangsterism is in my bones
It makes me want to woop woop
Can you bail down Fig' and not get wet? (Hell no!)
Man, that muthafucka only had a dolla and 9 cents
Broke-ass mothafuckas
Man, that shit got me mad, let's go rob some-mothafuckin'-body else
Yeah
Fuck it, nigga, let's go, put that shit on the 4, nigga
Maaan, fuck everybody!
Hey Len, let's make the news, nigga
That nigga Blaze better have the joint
Yeah
We don't fake it, we just take it, nigga
We takin' wigs off, fool
4 YG's!
You come down there, nigga, you gon' get got, like I said, nigga (Yeah, nigga)
Yeah, this is G"-muthafuckin'-Len
And the woop woop is down with me, you know I'm sayin'?
Yeah, they got my muthafuckin' back like a muthafuckin' T-shirt
Yo 8-Ball, let this muthafuckin' busta-ass niggas know
Yeah, muthafuckas, now y'all muthafuckas know about Figueroa
Don't come down there slippin', or you'll have a tag on your toe
Yeah, I'm YG Eight talkin' to ya
So, uh, I like to say wassup to all my baby mamas
You trick ass-biatch, we don't love you, hoes!
Man, tell these bustas who you down with
G-Len, nigga, we gon', fool! Fuck all y'all bitches