other like a checker board in use Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion
you smokin'? Eighteen with a big Mercedes Sellin' dope in the mid-eighties, homie talkin' 'bout I'm about to win Now when you gon' let 'em all out the
Damn, sometimes we lose some good ones man, y'know? They don't really understand this playerism Just gotta break it down to 'em, keep it real y'know?
Sunshine, convertable tops You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops You ride black walls, we ride vogues You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes You say I'm fake
Columbian Connection From that 'cross the water section Baby nine seventeen, try for protection Injection of that shit I'm kickin' Got you stickin' niggas you got love for Bring 'em up, touch 'em
the dark Yelling "Go Shady" driving slower than an old lady In an old '89, no piece if you pay me Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes I'm getting
together See, I'm not as crazy as you thought I was, am I? I'm the American dream, I'm the definition of white trash ballin' I'm right back on 'em with
stab wounds I can't show you I covered 'em up with tattoos I can't do nothing but spit the truth On probation smoking, drink patron before I hit the
freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come
if he could be what he dreamin? big city on his own sh-t but every now and then a n-gga get home sick pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em
streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down
's what up Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up? Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up Bring your team and we'll box 'em up Think
feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89 At 14 the baby hit the same streets
the answer's in it That's why I spit it in my songs So sweet like a photo of your granny's picture Now that you're gone, it hit us Super hard on Thanksgiving
talk? Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that saying, if you can't join 'em Beat 'em
test my waters? step in Hot, no question, what? interested? Chick blessed in drop No less than sick flows Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit
?t catch up) Ayo Bow! Let ?em know how you lookin? up! Ow! New G shirt Yellow Lamborghini BBC shirt with a fresh pair of jeans Black cars, spinnin' when I hit
Catch the n-gga that did it, and we gon' carry his head F-ck 911, tell em have him in? Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair Let it burn