All Around The World - Jay 305, YG

Gotta do somethin' for the gangbangers

Gotta do somethin' for the hus'

Gotta do somethin' for the players

All my bad bitches dippin' down La Brea

Gotta do somethin' for the East Side

Gotta do somethin' for the West Side

Gotta do somethin' for the Decatur

All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world

Hoods around the world

All around the world

Hoods around the world

Crenshaw king, lil' homie set trip

Dip it down west, and made a right on they position

My big cousin Dulo, he was always with the Crippin'

My rellie on one, he was always with the whoopin'

Dippin' down Slauson, and im bumpin' Gucci Mane

Head icy fresh, got V’s’s in my chain

Diamonds so bitter like they dazzlin' the brain

Gotta keep it ghetto, for forever, never change

I’m everywhere like LA hood strikeups on Instagram

Hit shoppers shoppin', got at least a couple grams

Gulf cannot give melove, nigga, stop playin'

Jay 305 more LA than the rams

Gotta do somethin' for the gangbangers

Gotta do somethin' for the hus'

Gotta do somethin' for the players

All my bad bitches dippin' down La Brea

Gotta do somethin' for the East Side

Gotta do somethin' for the West Side

Gotta do somethin' for the Decatur

All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world

Hoods around the world

All around the world

Hoods around the world

Yeah, yeah, four hunnid!

Gotta do somethin' for the Damus

Gotta do somethin' for the Kiways

Gotta do somethin' for my niggas in the pit, tire

Changin' shoes for the three-ways

Can’t forget the eses, where you from?

Throw it up

Bang the wrong hood, get fucked up, oh

Still set trippin', still ridin' with the snippin'

They be like, «Why he do it?»

Man, that nigga worth a million

Man, that nigga got children

Man, he hang with the villains

Yeah, yeah, so what?

Baby Don, that’s a real one

I’m a Tree Top nigga, I’m a Tree Top nigga

Got rich, and I ain’t left the hood

Nigga, I’m a real one

If you ain’t with this gangbangin' shit, I don’t feel ya

Don’t holler at me, holler at, sike, I can’t hear yea

Talk bad 'bout the hood, but I love it

The block need love too, so the YG’s hug it, uh

Gotta do somethin' for the gangbangers

Gotta do somethin' for the hus'

Gotta do somethin' for the players

All my bad bitches dippin' down La Brea

Gotta do somethin' for the East Side

Gotta do somethin' for the West Side

Gotta do somethin' for the Decatur

All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world

Hoods around the world

All around the world

Hoods around the world

Im 'bout to give you game, lil' homie, pay attention

If you out here bangin', never leave without your pistol

You can’t sell dope and do dope, rappers ain’t gon' tell ya

Can’t love a bitch and be a pimp, I ain’t a rapper, I’m a felon

He ran off on the plug, now the nigga AWOL

Don’t listen to these niggas, man, these niggas only talk

We don’t fuck with the Sherm, it’ll leave you dancin' in the rain

Do up a lil' sign, do-do up a lil' sign

Don’t even trust your mama if the bitch is doin' 'caine

Even if she get your sack, you still gon' have to pay

So do it 'fore I, do-do it or I’ma

Gotta do somethin' for the gangbangers

Gotta do somethin' for the hus'

Gotta do somethin' for the players

All my bad bitches dippin' down La Brea

Gotta do somethin' for the East Side

Gotta do somethin' for the West Side

Gotta do somethin' for the Decatur

All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world

Hoods around the world

All around the world

Hoods around the world