ฟังเพลงHit the Floor (Daz Remix Radio Edit)

We came in the door said it before

West Side East Side when we hit the floor

Got the paper for sure got chronic galore

And the ho's keep beggin us to blow some more

Money makes the world stay up

That's right

fiends to hook us up on the late night hype

G's flips on the corner while we chill in the club

Short skirts put in work straight show you love

You know the title

Heavy weight n***a with the green everybody know the spot

One times ain't hot

Gots the bomb

Everybody tell your friends

C P T and the L B back again

Bring your heat

Eiht and Daz with the paper

One time won't be gafflin for the caper

Can't see me

Two black n***as from the West

Decide where they hoo ride two of the best

No contest

C P T so get it straight

Y'all don't know the program switches on my Brougham

Skates to the L B three wheel motion

C P T chill with G's right next to the ocean

We too rough we too tough

And the n***as that I hang with is just too much

And we'll f**k you up

When we acting up

Dat n***a Daz and Eiht straight f**king s**t up

Swervin down the block as my system knock

N***as take what you got get trip you get shot

Come through like we usually do for you and who

Draped in blue

Nuthin but riders in my crew

Throwing it up

Mad dog all in my cup

Smokin blunt after blunt ready to f**k s**t up

N***a what

How you want it ain't no survivors just goners

It's gettin hectic when the 9 start spittin

Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town

Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down

We'll take your s**t

Your b***h and your grip

And this is how it is when we take your s**t

Hit and run

Just for fun

But it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none

Stop fakin' baby cause we got paper to spend

More peso's guaranteed to clock those

Suppose I be's the n***a with static

Watch my back always packs the automatic

East coast West coast f**k that you dig

N***as in your own hood'll split your wig

But me I'm on the premium

Never on the regular

Connects in bound trips on my cellular

I'm telling ya

It must be the good life son

Land of the sunshine Crystal wine

Keeps one time thinking suspicious

Twenty six S 5 hun' twenty inches

Must be the money from the rob they don't know

Must be the money from the gang fo' sho'

Who's your friend or not

Your old partners from the block

Take and pop shots

Trying to put my life to a stop

Prepare for the murder spree

Bustin' until I'm free of these bastards

Never heard of me and never knew of me

Supposed to love me homie show me

Through all the s**t that we been through homie you owe me

Make you pay fo' sho' it is rough

Off brand n***as getting rushed

On the boulevard times is really getting rough

Call your bluff why you wanna always front

To be a all day n***a it's a all day stunt

I'm from the East side of Long Beach and we roll deep

Creep and blow your whole head off you're caught in the street

Cause

One two one two

I said the Half Ounce crew

Yeah

Eihthype in the house

Daz Dillinger in the house