Thang On My Hip - Daz Dillinger

What you talkin' bout?

Nigga get your gats

Do niggas know you?

I’mma check your stacks

We can do whatever, nigga I’ve been around

I ain’t been up to shit, I rolls from the underground

Look at the sun, man I see it comin'

I feel like I’m there, got my whole block runnin'

If I get hit, or get caught up with this

You’ll get blowed the fuck down talkin' all that shit

One less nigga gone, got me a chrome

I’ll do-low your man, fuckin' let the nina blam

I feel like some gats, flyin' just like a bat

Demonstrate it how you want it like that

I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip

(The worst thing that you can do is start bumpin' your lips)

I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip

(You can’t even look at me crazy, look at me crazy)

(What's up?!) I see they talkin' loud

But see they love to yap

I hesitate, NO!

— put 'em on they back

You see we live forever, Big Tookie put it down

That’s how we represent it, for life the Dogg Pound

Pistol packin' guns, my little homies gunnin'

We rat-a-tat at them, I got them niggas runnin'

If I get attacked, I give 'em no slack

I make sure all them niggas get some payback

Best believe it’s on, guess who rule the throne

I’m in command, kill every nigga where they stand

I peel they caps back, I dust 'em *bat-baddat*

You hear that sound nigga?

(click-clack, click-clack)

I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip

(The worst thing that you can do is start bumpin' your lips)

I always got that thang on my hip, got that thang on my hip

(You can’t even look at me crazy, look at me crazy)