Still Regulatin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to our world ya'll COB World, C.O.B This is an initiation, an invitation of sorts Yo Quake, Felony Loc, Queen Kong COB, fuck with me [Chorus] .44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it) Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God) Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G [Verse 1] Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Microphone check one two let's get it West Coast to death most get ghost and left Don't hold your breath, Crooked is so west with it LBC baby we so crazy I give her new sеmen rocking some Old Navy City by the shorеline I texturize her like Proline, oh my, we so wavy Drip hard like a nigga need a bib When I leave the crib get the 9 millimeter sig If I see the Pigs stash that they can eat a dick Shorty need a big cash app she don't need a gig, nah We going to let the haters know we in our own world I send you to Jamaica with your homegirl (facts) A down ass chick will get rewarded Same nigga say I'm tricking same nigga can't afford it, now... [Chorus] .44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it) Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God) Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G [Verse 2] Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Old school drop top on 24's Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Drop that toxic jam for the hoes Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Old school drop top on 24's Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Drop that toxic jam for the hoes Now stop Don't nobody move, where the fuck I put my lighter at? Crooked got to smoke a whole cigar just to write a rap Oh there it go, hold up Hey what up my COB? Where the Eastsiders at? They gentrifying the ghetto it's time to buy it back All that dope y'all slang in the hood And you ain't got no motherfuckin' snaps on a mini-mall Ahh naw pour out all the Henny dog Put on a suit we about to go down to City Hall Tell them motherfuckers that its Long Beach or nothing And if anything is moving through the city we gon' get involved We all street conscious (okay) But sometimes a nigga just toxic (okay) Don't blame me for how my mind works (why not?) I ain't the one who brainwashed it [Chorus] .44 Magnum, got my pants sagging, everybody know I'm from C.O.B I ain't set tripping, I'm just getting money, got to take my clique to the TOP (let's get it) Ghetto boy dreaming, me and my team and trying to get a big one on GOD (on God) Old School skating, I'm still regulatin', RIP Nate D-O-double-G [Bridge] Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Old school drop top on 24's Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Drop that toxic jam for the hoes Now bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Old school drop top on 24's Bounce with a nigga bounce with a nigga Drop that toxic jam for the hoes [Outro] Yeah, hey put your COB flag in the air, hold it in up the air Yeah keep it right there just like that On the count of 3 we going to turn this bitch all the way up, alright... 1, 2, 3 let's