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hop out - jooba loc lyrics

[intro: jooba loc]
when we hop out on these n*ggas we ain’t finna play with these little n*ggas cuz
on crip we finna dark sh*t, get gone cuh

[hook: jooba loc]
n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out

[verse 1: jooba loc]
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up
and get straight to the bullsh*t
pop a 745 with a full clip
the only gun you ever have was a duce six
and every time i’m up in traffic, i’m with two crips
long beach, my city full of all crips
shoot a n*gga in his mouth and watch his jaw rip
i’m a savage, i be on my murder all tip
kobe bryant, i be on my tryna ball sh*t
hit gun, cash on ’em on my mall sh*t
i was in the county, like really tryna maul sh*t
the west side eatin’ soup, banging bread crip
squabble up then hit the store, buying big chips
fresh out the county blues, to the newest truce
fresh out, silver change to the goldest jewels
fresh out them county shoes to versace shoes
beat a n*gga up and i got blood on my versace shoes
[hook: jooba loc]
n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out

[verse 2: jooba loc]
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up
f*ck a casket, don’t test us
i be on atlantic turnt up with the extras
i used to be broke but i turned into a flexor
but these streets got me stuck, i got my blower on my dresser
i done really caught a body ask somebody if your neck work
job a*lookin’ for me, that’s the sh*t that make your head hurt
n*gga, you better do your research, we the reason that you got rest in peace shirts

[hook: jooba loc]
n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out

[verse 3: yg]
treetown poppin’, that’s the hood b*tch
the floor hot, we ain’t the ones to f*ck with
eight hunnid for the pistol with the good grip
i ain’t a rap n*gga, i be on some bullsh*t
come through, catch you slippin, call the homie phone
the n*ggas talking cold, that’s how you know what’s up
hit the gutter talk, we don’t do obama phone
when yg’s in the hood, they get they osama on
n*gga double back, drop him off, do the stuff
heard them shots pop like, that’s my n*gga, blood
f*ck it, after 2pac hit him up, if we ain’t have to pop it, f*ck it, have to get him up
i’m a bompton piru with two t’s first
most hated, most dangerous, that’s how the trees work
if it’s lookin’ mickey, n*gga squeeze first
’cause i can’t see my n*ggas on a rip shirt
[hook: jooba loc]
n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
’cause n*gga we gon’ pull up, hop out
and we gonna shoot a man if we don’t see no cops out

[outro]
crosstalking, shots fired, skrt away

- jooba loc lyrics

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