War Songtext
von Swoop G

My game heavy weight white sheets and yellow tape
The mac 11′s only for niggas that ain't my homies
And even homies get it catch it and steal
And rappers too I′ll make sure you go platinum for real
Its young swoop and all these niggas know I slang dope
And I go hard in the paint from the get go
This west coast is where the sets at
Best believe me and my niggas gone rep that
Until it come back
Cup was a jacker cousin swoop is a killer
I was raised by the best I ain't your average nigga
Them niggas fucked up them niggas in the way
So I come through make your move and spray you with the k
Them bustas hating and faking on this real thug nation
Heard you was snitching just told the judge to give you probation
With me its none of that cause see I just bust back
Then come back with them choppers and them ski masks


The hood corners and the hood alleys raised me
Got me warring everyday like a nigga crazy
I still live my life as a rider
I ride till I die cause I'm a true eastsider

I′m cooking in the kitchen got the whole thing rocked
Then pitch it to the little homies let them sew up the block
Lets get this money nigga be part of my team
And I guarantee I can help you reach some of your dreams
We go through hell man trying to get this mail man
Then murder a nigga just for his clientele man
I′m Cali raised with this worldwide trade
Green or brown hard or soft I can get you anything
The hood hustlers and the hood gangstas love me
Because I come through and make they situations lovely
And I can get you whole keys for the dozen
Same price every time just like we blood cousins
That ten a key nah bullshit it ain't for me
I got the finest Peruvian flakes you′ll ever see
So when it comes to this war shit you better be
Having your chippies before you just go to war with me


The hood corners and the hood alleys raised me
Got me warring everyday like a nigga crazy
I still live my life as a rider
I ride till I die cause I'm a true eastsider

I be pushing that olive on the burnet side
I seen some little niggas out hanging chuck up the I
Aye but I ain′t tripping I'm just in the hood riding past
I bank a couple corners seen the homie lil sag
Chuck up the deuce two fingers like a player
He hopped in the six screaming fuck you player haters
I followed him to fifteenth clutching my heat
Aye I′m with the murders thats on PLC
My secret society will come and get you niggas
I send niggas from your hood I'm so cold I make me shiver
And when it comes to re'ing up and running out
I send my niggas from Compton to run up in your house
Aye and like the main streets young swoop do it big
And I ain′t got to pay a nigga just to split your wig
So play it smart man beware of the dark man
Cause I done knocked a nigga walking off his porch man

The hood corners and the hood alleys raised me
Got me warring everyday like a nigga crazy
I still live my life as a rider
I ride till I die cause I′m a true eastsider