Rollin Wit A Gang

And I'm rolling with the gang

And I'm rolling with the gang

Yes, I'm rolling with the gang

Rolling with the gang

The D-O-V-E, quote is in the house

With the attitude like Brutus, and watch me do this

Funky style on this track when I bring this gangsta shit

That's me, the nigga no biter

Funky styles that I write-a, no need for a typewriter

So understand that I'm dwelling in the shack

I'm a Long Beach mack with my tre-five-seven gat

Fully strapped on my hip so don't trip but if you choose to

Train tracks around your eyes, from who? Me

The C-K-N-I-G-H-T, down with me, niggas

So what's we, get props like watermelon

Smoking on niggas that's telling while I'm bailing

Down the street like a shack nigga

Because I figure if I stand tall

And U-Haul a big gun with me

And be a dub, you see

Niggas would respect this 'cause they couldn't check this

Negro with a flat-top afro

But I do a Dove Shack cap though

But I'm gon' head it back to the shack, nigga (Haha)

And I'ma leave it like that

And I'm rolling, rolling, rolling on

Well, since I'm rolling with a gang and I hang in the LBC

That's where you're finding me dropping the TNT

On every block, do a stop, now it's me

'Cause I'm the nigga that they call the S-E-2-0-0-P

And I'm wicked, really, really wicked

And I like stick it and I like kick it

At the Dove Shack, in the front, niggas got the blunts

In my mouth, who's in the house?

From the North to the South, it's the nigga that they call the Scoopa

The trooper, the nigga that shoot ya

Run through ya like I never knew ya

Ain't nothing to ya, this nigga Scoopa Doo ya

Who gives a fuck, not them niggas from Big Nuts

They got my front, they got my back, they got my middle

Probably catch me in my MC on Willow

Sitting on some D's, ready to make the motherfuckers bark

'Cause it gets crazy after dark when the shit gets sparked

And I'm rolling

And I'm rolling with the gang

And I'm rolling with the gang

Yes, I'm rolling with the gang

Rolling with the gang

Now everybody bob your head to that gangsta swing

Swiggity-swing, where we hang, where we bang

In the Eastside streets of the city by the sea

Simply known as Strong Beach

As I creep, creep, crawl through the back door alleys

Coming straight from the city, Long Beach, Cali

Death rate high, dividends low

This is the boat rock gangsta from the ghetto

Therefore, I really don't give a mad mental finger

The funky rap singer, the chronic high linger

Original young gangsta, yes, I roll with the gang

Dividends be on large 'cause I do chronic slang

The microphone all the way across the room

Damn, this is the bomb, boom

As we fly like some doves, much love to the Dove from the Dove Shack

And I'ma leave it like that

And I'm rolling with the gang

And I'm rolling with the gang

Yes, I'm rolling with the gang

Rolling with the gang

And I'm rolling, rolling, rolling on