I Hang With My Dawgs

Chorus: Javie Lopez (Omar Cruz) "I hang with my dawgs" --] Volume 10 {*scratching*} "Hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" {*scratching*} "Hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my" (WOOF!) "I hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" {*scratching*} "Hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" {*scratching*} "Hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my dawgs" "I hang with my" (WOOF!) "I hang with my dawgs, man" (Verse 1) [Omar Cruz] I'm from where bullets took the life Of B.I.G God rest his soul, homey R.I.P I'm from where Pac threw up that Thug L-I-F-E And he said it wouldn't be L.A. without me So what that make me, hun? A Mexicano Mixed in with the crazy half of Columbiano I know I know I know you love my style Every record label out there tryin' to sign my style But I'm the [Volume 10] O! O! [Omar Cruz] C-R-U-Z Big guns and bad bitches, holmes, is all you see Plus a little money, you know how I do my thang [Javie Lopez] Talk to 'em, Cruz [Omar Cruz] Rap's Carlos Santana with hard flows Come try, holmes Ask your mans Flip grams in the grands with my first advance I'm the chance most rappers wished but never had I'm the reason why you stay in the lab Don't be mad cause I Repeat Chorus [Omar Cruz (Volume 10 in background)] (Verse 2) I Hang with my dawgs cause my compas deep Rep for the side of the game you ain't heard speak I mean we speak But we ain't known to speak on the streets We the real muh'fuckers known to bust that heat Riders Keep something loaded right beside us Ready for whoever's driving real slow behind us You don't want us on your bad side, you bound to lose If you got love for the westside, then holla Cruz (CRUZ!) Yes, homey is sickest with every lyric He spit it like it was written by Jesus delivery The holy scripture ghetto commandments The first, which is Thou shall not SNITCH! You bitches make me laugh Funny, how your whole attitude change Now that everybody sayin' my name You Figure me this Haters Figure me that Hands down, the sickest Latin kid alive in this rap shit Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) We posted up, twenty deep, white T's Yeah, homey You ain't built for this like me I get 'em on all levels, the lyrical sole rebel So stand up PUT YOUR MUH'FUCKIN' HANDS UP This ain't no muh'fuckin' entourage No turtles, no zygotes, just gangstas and guys We Hustle hard And we Bust on y'all, whether Paid security Or bodyguards We hit up spots where we don't no ID And whoever my dawgs at is V.I.P 3 A-D Keep it right next to me Who's flyer than this Latin P.I.M.P. (Ha ha) Yes, homey is sick with the mic instrument Intricate flow bigger since Punisher left the buildin' When You see a gang of fools deep in the fog (WATCH OUT...) It's just me and my dawgs Repeat Chorus [Volume 10] What Real G-O-D's in the house Javie Lopez Omar Cruz Volume 10 That's in them shout this out Bitches AH! West coast is in the house