Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit'

I guess it's time to go and do that Looie shit

Stopped at the spot and then hit the sto'

Because the gin and ice got me perkin' in the studio

When I hit the spot tops drop Glocks cocked

I hope it ain't no funk cause the Looies on the block

Hope you're givin' up love, or givin' up dap

The homie from the Looies is quick to pull your cap



Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit'

I guess it's time to go and do some more Looie shit

Gotta hit the store and get me a Vega

Cause you know when a Looie smoke, a Looie smoke major

We push in doors, snatch C-U drawers

Took over stores and mack punk trick whores

My Looies done paged and I'm smashin'

Blowin' big bomb in a fashion

We be doin' this shit with a passion

And your bitch blew me off for straight mackin'



Now what you gone do when I hit that C-U

Give up the money or get Big Bar after you

Ric' ain't for play, the Glock is gone spit

And chop a nigga like a trick

Crestside nigga on the real-a, all about my scrilla

Dope rhymesayer out the town an- (and I'm a peel ya?)

So don't test the thirty-one double-O-seven vet

Wreck the playa haters off they set

Back 'em up cause ain't nathan but that C-side

And we ride so deep, playa hatas run and hide

It's high performance when we slide

You might catch me in that fifty drive

Crestside nigga in this game it won't stop

Back 'em up, cause niggas know we hiccup

Them fifty-caliber Eagles, dumpin' out that Regal

It's Rico, you know, nathan nice from the North Pole

Backin' niggas down for real, that's how I get that scrill



Damn, I left my mask at home

Should I straight face this fool or just leave 'em alone?

Nah, it ain't like that

It's the Looie Crew nigga and I'm out to get fat

Fat is what I'm talkin' bout, a hundred Gs or betta'

Witnesses, they'll all get wet up

Uh! Nobody left to tell

All you snitch ass niggas get sent straight to Hell

Uh!



Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie

Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie



[Mac Dre:]

I used to sell yayo on the streets of the three Cs

But now I slang game on cassettes and CDs

I rips and flips cats with stacks of raw raps

Attack them saps that steady flaps and jaw-jack

I'm all that, and I got Mac Mall's back

Fumbled in ninety-two but now I got the ball back

And runnin' suckas over with that R-A-P

Cause I'm the M-V-P, and a G, from the V

They can't see me cause I'm in too deep

Sellin' em half a million like my boy Jay Tee

And really representin' that Northern Cali, hoe

I'm from the Crest, north side of Vally-joe

Up from the O, down to San Jo'

Up to Sacto, up to Frisco

Everybody knows Mac Dre's a factor

Takin' this rap thang to the next chapter

I rap to funky beats that rock ya

Made by Khayree, brotha of the Rocker

I sock ya with these blows of game

That's potent like a joint of that doja mayne

Doja mayne, doja mayne

It's the Looie Crew nigga, never fuck with caine



Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew

What you gonna do when [?] come for you?

Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew

What you gonna do when [?] come for you?



I ride by with my fists high in the sky

And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies

I ride by with my fists high in the sky

And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies



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