Huh, niggaz they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, in them Air Nikes If the Navy outside, I might be hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a
You see the lump under the Iceberg and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is Then I'm goin', back back
To the to dump the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots I'll wear a shiny for a minute like I'm The LOX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a box And when I die, bury me with the glock and a of shells In case niggaz drama in hell
Yeah, so when Compton and Fillmoe niggaz get together Shit mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' Doin' it big and don't split yo' wig
I'll give you you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me blast fo', fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to me man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay you ask fo', representin' Bay game
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man you ask fo', all about this Bay game Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny I'm in the streets they goin' savage One, two, we dance on the Let the ghost ride then we come to two stops
Figga by the corner sto' Niggarali from killer Cali you let 'em know Yeahh, ya hit me on my Inventory pilin' up, tryin' to buy shit
got me diggin in my files Pro Tools, ADAT and big sounds Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a cab Stackin' up this now these niggaz hella mad
Fuck nigga, he got another album on the board? Damn right, album on the board Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't I represent the Bay every motherfuckin' day
I'll give you you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me blast fo', fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to me man Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay you ask fo', representin' Bay game
Count rubber grands I'm out big on the under, my fam bam And I, hover the To expand, I'm from the grime and the sand
No the flam's all busted The dames want the bucks when, see you stuffed in Your pockets, 'til they get them But testin' my pocket, only gets you
'Cause I, got a mentality The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam
All types of baguettes and We shine like life's rebels 2005, me and my just pile the pots Move like the ice loose, pimp thangs to watch
D.J.