Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha

[kurupt]
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's dat nigga daz (kurupt we don't give a fuck
Like nigga whattup?) dat nigga daz and kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze, sherm with a perm
Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn
I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day
Sunny cali-for-ni-a, the g way display
How to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders
And scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light
Pull up then drive to the right
It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right

Chorus: latoya

Welcome home... into l.a.
Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play
It's been too long... just to seen you come around
Now we can have a good time...
Just watch your back, when you're comin through this town

(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)

[kurupt]
Zone on roam and romeo's rome
Nigga home sweet home, chromes, battlezones
World wars -- boys and girls, girls and whores
Eighty-seven chevy with switches galore
Impala bounce, at the ice cream parlor blaze an ounce
To ounce, dice game break and it counts
Kick in nigga before we gotta kick in nigga shoot
And whip out the shank and start stickin niggaz
Get jacked for prior burnings, we jack for higher learning
No concerning, is life worth living or learning
We jack for other turnings, we keep the burners burning
Witn no concerning, is life worth living or earning
First i park nigga, then spark nigga
Go from martin luther king to leimert park nigga
We g nigga, we don't give a fuck, daz and kurupt
Here, tell your kids - kids, grow the fuck up

Chorus

[kurupt]
Dippin and hittin switches i'ma hop, don't do shit but hop
Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, nigga hop
Stop, pull out your pistol then pop
Hit em two times til he drop when i hop
Up and down the street bounce rock
Ragtop is history in california, the bounce rock hop
Roller skate nigga watch a gangster take niggaz
Take off, break niggaz down, break niggaz trample and shake niggaz
Over turf, earthquake niggaz
Move to the side, we ride, you ever see a g glide
Slide, motivate the crowd, a thirty-eight macleod
Forever boom sound with one single round

Chorus 2x

[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home... into l.a.
(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)

[kurupt]
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsy
Typhoons, kurupt calhoun
With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So i'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After i flip these bitch niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, i'm jackin for daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and i paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a concorde jet
But fool, d.p.g.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my g's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up
Like bitch, get the fuck off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, i don't give a fuck!

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this shit

Man what you need man?
Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole
Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit
Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga
My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
I'm outta here -- catch me next week beotch!

[daz]
Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block
Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks
Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up
On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
Get paid, every night, where we hang
Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin
Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real
Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in

[kurupt]
You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..

Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain't nuttin but murders
Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
The dark parts of the motherfuckin park
The tarantula's loose and i'm heated now
With somethin in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads
Shot in the chest neck arm and legs

[daz]
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)

Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody

[kurupt]
We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this
With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life
Every day every night me and the columbians take flight
Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
When i flip it i make about twelve million g's
I'm a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Every nigga on the street gets paid

[daz]
A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
Shut down the alarms nigga
Time to hit off, get off then break off
If he don't kick in the bread then take off
Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties
Columbians disfigured
Daz midi machine dillinger
Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody

[kurupt]
And my mindstate today is fuck everybody

Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody

.. shit, who the fuck at the door?
Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!
Flush the shit! flush the coke!!!

{*toilet flushing sound*}

[snoop dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy snoop dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.p.g.c., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'know!

[kurupt]
Organized madness
The young godstra
Ha hah, young frank sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: repeat 2x (w/ minor variations)

I call, i call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here

[kurupt]
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, young got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..

Chorus

[kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it super like the sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (what?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion i'm want about a million or more
Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear calvin klein, he won't wear valour
He got some gortex or some converse on
All-stars, g'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, i'm probably chillin up in mississippi
Or poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and i wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause i'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 mod squad
Universal soldiers, i thought i told ya

Chorus

[roscoe]
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if i say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from y.a., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am i? the incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the way i'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and i just stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? one less nigga
Me and kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!

[kurupt]
I call, i call shots round here

Ride wit us, who ride wit us

Chorus: repeat 4x

Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us
Who ride wit us

[daz]
When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day
Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
Diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and rough but it's never too much
Daz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
Ak front to the back cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
To rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman
We rippin it up, we be givin it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)

Chorus

[kurupt]
Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
Scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird
I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamond
Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin switches a couple toys
Retirin ? a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
Spit off, set off, spun off the chest
Off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster daz and kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

Chorus

[daz]
I'm tired of this (this) i'm tired of that (daz)
I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap
G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
Up and down stairs beats everywhere i go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
On the corner chippin the curb and any busta
Get close enough we servin

[kurupt]
Homey don't get nervous
Beware, daz kurupt fool beware
Rippin it up fool so you better beware
Of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
You and your all crap crew get bruised up
I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
And pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime
Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
Forty-five, tec nines blast or hit em up
Aww yeah

Chorus

[intro: snoop dogg]

Dpg (g), c

[repeat 4 times]

[verse one: kurupt]

Smash, just before you talk spaz out
Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash
Before the year 2000, all the computers crash
I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy
I'mma live long homeboy
Too deep, too strong homeboy
We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy
It's on homeboy
Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy
D-a-z, i can't believe this nigga gon' trip
He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka
With snoop in the coop, warren, nate, and big tray dee
Big c-style and mitch made to be
Shine dogg gettin' super-high lit
High-flyin' high super-duper high
We super-duper fly
I put ya in the mix
I ain't with that kibbles-n-bits shit
Bitch, where's the grip?

[chorus: nate dogg *singing* , (snoop dogg)]

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
(dpg {g}, c)
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up

[verse two: warren g, nate dogg *singing*]

[warren g]

What i'mma do, i'mma bang on the beat
What i'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat
You lookin' at me, i'm scopin' on you
But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you
Everybody talkin' 'bout money ain't a thang
Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang
If you was hard as me, i'm as hard as you
Cutthroats and bud smoke, i'm an eastside loc
So don't let the crossover fool ya
I been down since '81, lb top gun biyatch

[nate dogg]

Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills
Dogg pound niggas, they be bangin' still
Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide
Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride
All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs
Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang
Hang wit' dpg and i can give ya game
Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games

[snoop]

Dpg (g), c

[break: kurupt *talking*]

Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... dogg pound gangstas...
Fuck y'all!

[chorus: nate dogg *singing*]

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up

[verse three: tray dee, snoop dogg, soopa fly]

[tray dee]

Yeah, i'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips
And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit
Tray dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby
Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies
Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when i blast
I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass
Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street
Triple-x sweatshirt with blue chucks on feet
Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes
Neva doze when i rose, let the chrome explode

[snoop dogg]

Man i wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support
I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport
Down shit, pound shit, gangsta
Fo'eva', wheneva', howeva', down fo' whateva'
Recognize game when it hits ya
Nigga, if ya slip up doggy dogg's gonna get-'cha
Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine
Just before i was taught, how ta gangbang
All my peers through the years know
That snoop dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do'
And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low
That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know
Man i been through so much and i'm still goin' through it
But fuck all that, i got ta stay into it
I knew the job was dangerous when i took it
Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it
I was so eager, just trynna get involved
But now's i gots ta represent for me and my doggs

[soopa fly]

Yeah, '94, became a d-o, double-g, p-o, u-n-d, gangsta
Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'
Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt
Paperboy wit' a new route
When i'm in front, they watch behind me
Mission: crush, ready to bust, grab the tom-my
Gun, keep one, i role with the heat-seeka's
Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga [nigga]
Roll, keep slow, peep, po-po
Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'
I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns
Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds
Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean
Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through
Mothafuckaaz!! haha!!

[break: snoop dogg *talking* ("dpg {g}, c" said 4 times in background)]

Dogg pound... mothafuckin' gangstas...
1999, back up in this bi-yai-itch!
Eastside up, eastsidaz!
And niggas thought we fell off...

[chorus: nate dogg *singing*, (snoop dogg *talking*), ("dpg {g}, c" said 8
Times in a row, then once again)]

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, (dogg pound in this mothafucka)
I'm neva gonna give it up
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Neva gonna give it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
C'mon homies give it up
(ride on, ride on)
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)
Neva gonna give it up
C'mon homies give it up
I'm still... [fades away]

*dialtone and dialing*
Soopafly: "yea"
Kurupt: "ay soopafly"
S: "yup"
K: "ay, what's the name of that song that goes,
Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"
S: "it ain't about you?"
K: "that's the one you have it on?"
S: "yea"
K: "oh, yea, that's tight"
S: "you like that?"
K: "yea"

Check check check check check
Microphone check check check check check
1, 2 check check check check check
Live in the place to be
Soopafly, comin at ya
I don't stop and i don't quit
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep game
Check, i break a nigga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to rock a show
I'm stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know
Now peep so sweet unique i doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek
They sleep
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending like i'm slangin them rocks
Straight from the l we don't take no shit
We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope i don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance i do the polka
Stickin fuck bitch made soop look like a switchblade

Can i ride in your car?
Girl i've gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, that ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?
No, but you can eat this dick
While i smash my shit and i pop in my car
Can i give you my number?
Yea, next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Sh, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight then, but i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about
Bitch, i'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Bitch please
Got her speakin in chinese
They like please
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothafuck all you hoes
Fuck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless thing got stained
The bitch gobble the best
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west
The homie said, "watch my head"
But instead, i got a 45 caliber lead spitta
A nigga feelin bitter
Shitty as some kitty litter
Take off, got a adolf hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The bitch on my dick
I'm like bitch, forget it
Let it loose bitch, won't you let it
For ????? i get a bad bitch from connecticut
A typical hoe
I'm only in it for the blow
The bitch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Then she turned blue
On the speed i grabbed the heater and then flew

Can i ride in your car?
Bitch i'm gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While i dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can i give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme general that got style
And watch how i rock and lock the block down
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster
No chance to surpass the vocab i master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in
But i'ma stay bangin
The game that i'm claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumpa
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop

Can i ride in your car?
Bitch i'm gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?c
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While i dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can i give you my number?
Get at me next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight, but i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out