Protectors of 1472

Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do (2x) We the Legion of Doom (3x) Warren G: 1472 is the same cut throat and locs And plenty dopes can you cope? You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches And Fly serve the snitches [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Look up in the sky it's the Fly My herion whip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town Set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that sound? When I'm the illest superhero Born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em Try to catch me slipping but now you 'bout to be my victim I'm not Aquaman but I aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates The many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider man the rider man I do it like a muthafucking rider and I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out Cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga [Verse Two: Jermaine Dupri] I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em The more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect Never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper They call me Chi-Chi, I do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes To bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down Now Fly what cha wanna do? [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Nigga what? Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the burner He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lit up, he tear shit up Enough said, don't tell it, just sell it We blowin' in the wind and we gonna ride til' we win Young soldier stay into it we put the Folger It's your turn, gon' get on up and get the 'Lac And don't forget to grab your strap [Hook: Snoop] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't It's the Legion of Doom and ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down And you don't have to worry when we in your town (2x) [Verse Three: R.O.C.] Just a young muthafucker from the street Forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a Glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin Went from petty theft bank robber straight to ballin' Stomp with us, walk with us as we bust through The doors, .44's like parts in us Often us, street heroes got many hoes and Plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape wire him up, toe tag 'em Have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them It's on, eff them, set Kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats Waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill And crack the fuck up As I rise flying up high with a .45 Infared beaming on him from the sky Drop and I put the barrel right between his eyes Said, "You fuck with the Legion and now you must die." We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's From the west to the north, south and back to the east [Hook] Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) Fade