Ibwin Wit My Crewin Lyrics - Yo Yo

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IBWC's in the house, fool

And Yo-Yo about to rock this muthafucka

And I'm sendin this out to all my homies in the west coast

Yo-Yo, kick that!

(Come on)

IBWin wit my CREWin

(Come on)

(Get down, get down, get down)

[ VERSE 1 ]

Back once again, rushin yo xxx like a green light

Yo-Yo's back and puttin up another mean fight

Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror

True to the game, fakin never

You know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll scrub if I have to

Beatin fools down, stompin em in the ground

See, hoes be gettin mad, tryin to step to the Yo-Yo

Because they man be at em blowin kisses at my photo

See, I'll hang yo xxx by a tree

Gettin chopped while your neck snap at 3

Scot free, a psycho's on the loose, and if you haven't seen me

It's cause I wreck xxxx and disappear like a genie

A beanie is what the girlies wear when we're mobbin

IBWin, true xxxxxx crewin, you threw in the towel

When I started walkin the road to styles

Leavin dead bodies for miles and miles

Yeah, come on

(Come on)

IBWin wit my CREWin

(Come on)

(Get down, get down, get down)

[ VERSE 2 ]

Creepin like a tagger, got my stripes and I'm golden

Pop my JVC in my deck, and now I'm rollin

Oh and, if you didn't know that I be blowin

Dope funk tracks back to back, and they so fat

Dealin with a gangster man who's got a gangster plan

For those who don't understand

My motto's just like the lotto's:

Gotta say xxxx it and make may ducats

Stayin on the d-l, so when you see me later, alligator

I'll be out a while, crocodile

Gettin real funky on my xxxx for nine-trey

>From the west to the east with my homies fade away

I can rock you harder than the ave'

So don't be mad if I smash this beat through your monkey ass

I'm just IBWin with my crew and

Doin what we doin, this is how we do it

Come on

(Come on)

IBWin wit my CREWin

(Come on)

(Get down, get down, get down)

[ VERSE 3 ]

I cop a little beat for the Yo to come off on

Anyway you ride it, you still can get your flow on

So listen while I g-o and break some niggas' ego

Yo-Yo be rippin shit, but you don't hear me though

It's one of those Saturdays, and we're hangin

Rollin 7 deep in my homie's station wagon

Lookin all faded, eyes redder than a apple

Stop at 7-11 cause Chenee want a snapple

Eyes all redded from the Thai, grab some ??? for the eye

Huh, cause everybody's high

Dressed in our best K-Swiss, and yes, oh yes

With the munchies, but ain't nobody got no munchie money

Just headed to the mall, so we can clown like we're doin it

They wanna know, tell em we're IBWin

Just chillin, chillin and we're willin

And if you didn't know, we got that feelin

Ugh

(Come on)

IBWin wit my CREWin

(Come on)

IBWin wit my CREWin

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