Huh? me to speak the real? the real man Nigga, speak the the real Speak the the real Speak the
It's a after nine on my AM, FM Radio Shack, motel, six o clock alarm reads "40, get your ass up, time to hit the You can't to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. had a heart attack" Dude, that's some cold shit, it huh? I know, she was a good for certain I know
V-Town, California, I was born, raised and grown And since 1979, I a hustler on the go You know the drill, my for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven
Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Mescaline, niggas better than fuck with us I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put on a crib
I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem Take a lose, take a lose don't make a Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the I let orange box of baking soda do the rest
at my neighborhood chef, Raul Known for cloning chickens and turning one two That's what he do for a living, that's all used to Playtex dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
Bullshit ain't You see we keep this thuggin' And mean muggin', until it's a done deal You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it the real, nothin' but What if I this back down? Which one, which one You got to be it or be without it Be it or without it, ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, Niggas smellin' this shit, we do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her with my faulty phone That Heifer's tired she tried to my tire Caught me in the bed with her Tanji From the she use to hold my sack I use to her down
Way in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that is bad For what worth, the pussy smelled like Certs Victoria's
Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about pussy I said I thought about eatin' it it and treatin' it nice that, I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm the hood Where I live on the outskirts of town on the in the cut In empty apartments, man I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get for combat if you plottin' and plannin' Oh if you come for me and my dough Let the buzzer be the But my suggestion is to stay your envelope
I'm to block, swingin' on vines Community service, put up signs
Uhh, the fuck on Did you or did you not tell niggaz to stay within they envelope? Shit, these toddlers is to the game They ain't know about these tramps Six bedroom and gettin' dealt And held a hand the mat You see we the Yay, where we control they minds And put these hoes on the
got to but I still touch it Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a book And bought a Use to have a perm than the Charlotte Hornets But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see partna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet, I'm havin' cake The little homie the hood, want me to put out his tape He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click 'Cause they was spittin' that old powered Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can to
Wake to, 'scape to when it's by, slide by, get at a honey I know streets like I know my dick I can tell you who the is that's about to get jacked And the nigga that pulled the
I got this on lock 999,999 plus a dollar in a safe box Marijuana crops in this roster Kilogram, coca leaf and about my niggas in the 415? Look what made
My in the city They call it Top regeneration, uncut Designer weed, straight hempilation, the fuck?
Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit, sheit 999,999 plus a dollar, plus a man a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch Biotch, sheit, sheit, it