Princes Familiar
I jumped out the box like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco
I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the gararge, is a Bentley Arnage
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming
I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending
Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches roll - going get these hoes
ficky hoes - wanna I roll with my niggaros
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Speak about it no bitch,
Louie, Louie
(R. Berry)
Louie, Louie woe baby
Say we gotta go
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Louie, Louie, oh baby
Say we gotta go
Fine little boy he waits for me
He gets his fill oh constantly
Seen him playin' round 'bout an hour ago
He's never without I'm waitin' at home
Louie, Louie woe baby
Say we gotta go
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Louie, Louie, oh baby
Say we gotta go
Every night at ten I see him again
I think of him oh constantly
Goin' anywhere and he takes me there
Goin' down the road right in his ear
Louie, Louie woe baby
Say we gotta go
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Louie, Louie, oh baby
Say we gotta go
Meet my maker I know my part
It won't be long please touch my heart
Take him in my arms again
Dug her eyes they never leave you again
Louie, Louie woe baby
Say we gotta go
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Louie, Louie, oh baby
Say we gotta go
Say we gotta go now
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea