featuring Snopp Doggy Dogg R.O.C. Warren G



Biiiiiiiiiach

What cha wanna do (2x)

We're the Legion of Doom

(3x)



Warren G:

1472 is the same cut throat and locs

and plenty dopes can you cope

You can call me Count Chocula

I control all the bitches Chi Chi control the riches

and fly surf the snitches



Snoop Doggy Dogg:

Look up in the sky as the fly

My herion wip clip on hip now trip on this

A bunch of outlaws try to take my town

set up shop, run me out, and cut me down

And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero

born and raised on that muthafucking underground

Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em

try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim

I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie

I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies

And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly

I walk walls and this is for all my dogs

(WOOF!)

I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates

the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate

It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man)

I do it like a muthafucking rider

And I represent all the time and

I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside

(eastside) -look out, look out, come out

cause here comes the rider man

(rider man), nigga



Jermaine Dupri:

I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em

the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em

I swerve and collect, serve and protect

never hit the streets without the ice on my neck

I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper

they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader

Contact through the frame no mistakes

to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down

now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what)



Snoop Doggy Dogg:

Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder

He got my back you know he put me up on game

When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up

Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it

we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win

young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger

It's your turn gone get on up and get the light

and don't forget to grab your strap



Chorus:

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't

it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed

Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down

and you don't have to worry when we in your town

(2x)



R.O.C.:

Just a young muthafucker from the street

forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer

Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin

went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin'

Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through

the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust

steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck

Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em

have him feel the strength of a black magnum

Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them

as shown as them, set kissed like FM

Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then

I slipped in the bullet-proof suit

And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats

waiting for the permission to cancel his ass

Handle his ass

I love to see his guts and his blood spill

and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45

if a red demon in it from the sky

Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes

and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die

We serve and protect all the hustlers

and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east



Chorus: (2x)



Look up in the sky (in the sky)

No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)

Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)

Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)

When we in your town (in your town)



Look up in the sky (in the sky)

No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't)

Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed)

Got it locked down (locked down, locked down)

And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....)



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