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featuring Binky Boo Kapone CJ Mac Techniec Yo Mack 10 with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates. CJ Mac Binky Mac Boo Kapone and the homie Techniec. Now here we go it's the show stopper noodle knocker Gung ho 1 O fo sho the door clocker I keep it rough with that red or blue shit Hoo Bang crew shit Recipe new shit It's off the hinges and my friends is Rollin twelve cylinder Benz's with the chrome 20 inches So fuck all the haters and the non believers Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic No static shit with the radio and watch em add it Hoo Bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn What's your favorite song? Don't hate, sing along I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly So, hang around for the go down Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town And have it my way, jewlery parvay Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the Mojave Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me No bustas, no peace Rock the black fleece, Techniec In the gray off Caprice, dogs stay off the leash Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you That ain't the way I do thangs I Hoo Bang So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers Show niggas, Recipes, hoes, guns and funds Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin Young innovative, Long Beach native This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative You niggas don't want test me Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me Form the Recipe If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for? We got the Recipe, best to be, in it for the dough! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Gettin closer to God tryin to clutch what I can't touch Time to get paper in the wind like a caper Hoo Bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya Flossy ass Rolex that's iced to the sickle Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled Now nigga what? When you see Binky Mac, throw it up! Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel A sick ass nigga, that's how I gotta be Smack my Bitch Up, like my name was Prodigy Two glocks, four fifths and ak's Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids I stay flamed up, never been tamed up My little homie died last year, I hit his name up For the 99 I'm yellin redrum Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb I smash fools 'cause cash rules, like Castro You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe? Oh, I got the 44 for all y'all BJ been day hoes Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho Motherfuckers better know, want LA, you must see me Fuck the niggas frontin on tv City locked, got the key to the streets baby Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue Like a missile pierce stomach tissue Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga want to muzzle you We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks Pool hall nigga made good Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow! Fuck around and get your channel changed Handle thangs with the German Hit the sherm-an Leave em squirm-an see Mac, twista get rich Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's Hoo Bangas bitch Check this style playa, check this technique Check the way I ride or walk playa Check the way I ride or speak I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted Cris don mowed up, Mac don blowed up, got em sewed up Nigga who bangin? Who's sangin? All this cheddar round me, niggas think I'm through bangin But nah, Hoo Ridas bust straps and love dough If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for? You know?