*featuring Snopp Doggy Dogg, R.O.C., Warren G
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Biiiiiiiiiach
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What cha wanna do [2x]
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We're the Legion of Doom
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[3x]
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[Warren G:]
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1472 is the same cut throat and locs
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and plenty dopes can you cope
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You can call me Count Chocula
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I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches
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and fly surf the snitches
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg:]
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Look up in the sky as the fly
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My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this
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A bunch of outlaws try to take my town
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set up shop, run me out, and cut me down
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And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero
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born and raised on that muthafucking underground
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Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em
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try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim
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I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie
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I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies
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And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly
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I walk walls and this is for all my dogs
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(WOOF!)
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I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates
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the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate
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It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)
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I do it like a muthafucking rider
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And I represent all the time and
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I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside
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(eastside) -look out, look out, come out
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cause here comes the rider man
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(rider man), nigga
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[Jermaine Dupri:]
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I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em
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the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em
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I swerve and collect, serve and protect
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never hit the streets without the ice on my neck
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I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper
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they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader
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Contact through the frame no mistakes
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to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down
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now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg:]
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Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder
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He got my back you know he put me up on game
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When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up
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Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it
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we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win
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young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger
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It's your turn gone get on up and get the light
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and don't forget to grab your strap
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[Chorus:]
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Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't
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it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed
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Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down
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and you don't have to worry when we in your town
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[2x]
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[R.O.C.:]
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Just a young muthafucker from the street
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forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer
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Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin
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went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'
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Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through
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the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust
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steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck
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Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em
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have him feel the strength of a black magnum
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Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them
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as shown as them, set kissed like FM
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Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then
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I slipped in the bullet-proof suit
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And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats
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waiting for the permission to cancel his ass
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Handle his ass
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I love to see his guts and his blood spill
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and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45
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if a red demon in it from the sky
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Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes
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and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die
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We serve and protect all the hustlers
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and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east
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[Chorus: (2x)]
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Look up in the sky (in the sky)
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No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
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Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
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Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
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When we in your town (in your town)
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Look up in the sky (in the sky)
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No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)
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Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)
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Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)
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And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....)
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[Fade]
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Protector's Of 1472
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| Jermaine Dupri |
