I Can Make You Dance-Big Tray Deee

I Can Make You Dance - Big Tray Deee (feat. Big Rocc) (ad-libs) (Chorus: Big Rocc) I can make you dance if you want me to You bustas talking trash but ain't making no moves We live that Long Beach life, so we don't give a f**k So when you bustas ready we can crank this beat up (Tray Deee) Put your brownies in your back pocket grab your strap We banging once again cause the West is back It's the Long Beach finest, king of Eastsidaz Hard as a rock and raw as vaginas I brought Snoop back to these gangsta beats Off the No Limit tank to the turf with heat Search the streets, the whole city heard me speak Got flowers every hour I conserve the D Slang d**e from the throat with these vocal quotes Only loc roll these spokes blowing notes to folks I ain't tripping, catch me hitting six tre switches Or dipping in the coupe with a group full of women Dogghouse banging, all out spraying Strategic position of power and no delaying Crip hop this not the average rap Get you hyped up have that a** grabbing your strap Like a G do, we who the bustas fear Killa Cali, big daddies only come from here As you lying, mega don living life to roll With them hot girls with them pretty nails and toes From Long Beach to Crenshaw, Promona to Compton Dirty South, Midwest and why it's popping Tony Touch only what I rap is the truth So keep the beat bumping while I'm up in the booth (Chorus) (Tray Deee) Tracy Davis, hard as a Raider, commitment to excellence Never leave no evidence, most of us hesitant I keep it cracking like coc*ine Stay doing the damn thang and let my nuts hang Glenyard walking sh*t talking V-12 stomping, grip riding non stopping Make these marck niggas fear the led more often Snatch niggas ice cause it's too much flossing We up to the crack of dawn Sipping on Sattin till the Sattin all gone I smoke so much they call me Hickory D And f**k so tough they call me Dick-Em-Down-D I bring muscle game, cause these bustas got rained Talk too much then a sucker got claimed I pick the game lock, and keep the thang cocked And shake a ni**a brain like Biggie and Pac Kadafia the Mafia and LBC When I spit it homies listen to the profit in me All black call that what the ladies respect And those who disrespect done lost state to the left What you thought, since you heard me rapping I'm soft Last thang see the flame and the gat as it cough Revelations in the making best to make your peace Cause the soldiers don't control from the West to East (Chorus x2) (ad-libs)