Bag It Up

[Intro: Boldy James] 227, Blockworks Let's get it [Verse 1: Boldy James] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks, made her tote the blick Popped it like a major record label, I just want a hit Started with an eight-ball Then add Allegra, now I copped two kis of Aguilera and a half a ki' of Nate Dogg Me, Dutch, and Pound Swally dashing with a Dillinger In that Mercury Villager Corrupt as John Gotti, feds snooping in my business, wanna know about this thug life All I smoke is chronic, I ain't fucking with no Bud Light Murder was the case in my ghetto, what your hood like? Real bully boy, feeling like that nigga Suge Knight Lil' half-dead with this Tech and a quarter ki' Regulating on the set, call me East Warren G I know some niggas pissy rich, did it off the loud I'm the type of nigga shoot them bricks to a small town Ain't nothing but a G thing, bitch, I'm living proof Cream soda with a deuce, we don't sip no gin and juice [Chorus: Boldy James] Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down 213 on my scaley, we the dog pound Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down 213 on my scaley, we the dog pound [Verse 2: Boldy James] What would you do if you could fuck with me or my crew? Break it down, bag it up, longitude, latitude ConCreatures, we the new niggas with an attitude Sticked up in the whip, niggas playing it close Ain't nothing but a gangster party wherever we post Bad Man, Bo Jackson, two of America's most Dr. Dolittle, I can hear them dog bricks barking Diamonds in my C grains, got 'em Crip Walking Shouts to my nigga Trey D down in the Okey Doke Thugging with a bunch of east-siders, I'm the new Goldie Loc Holy smokes, give a fuck, we'll change his channels Dickies on with some Chucks and a checkered flannel In the hood like Mack 10, I'm where the Bloods be (Whoop) Keep a pocket full of blues like I'm Dub C Plugged with the D-O-G, they know it's C-O-D A1, we got the formula like the D-O-C (Let's get it) [Chorus: Boldy James] Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down 213 on my scaley, we the dog pound Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down Bag it up in all zips, break it all down 213 on my scaley, we the dog pound