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