Released on April 25, 1995

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[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