Huh? Want me to speak the Speak the man Nigga, the real Speak the the real Speak the the real
It's a quarter nine on my AM, FM Shack, digital motel, six o clock alarm reads "40, get your ass up, to hit the grind You afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack" Dude, some cold shit, ain't it huh? I know, she was a good person for I know
V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and And 1979, I been a hustler on the go You know the drill, my for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely seven digits
Figurines, doo hicky and Angel Dust Mescaline, niggas know better than with us I'm pimped out flossin' in in the casino Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a
I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem a lose, take a lose don't make a scene Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the I let that box of baking soda do the rest
at my neighborhood chef, Raul Known for chickens and turning one into two what he do for a living, that's all he's used to Playtex rubber washing gloves and residue, biotch
Bullshit nothin' You see we gone this thuggin' And muggin', jump until it's a done deal You see E-40 and Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but What if I bring this back Which one, which one You got to be about it or be it Be about it or without it, ay, you what? I you on that playboy, look We fin to run down a whole tac on bitch ass, niggaz Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this
Last night I slapped a upside her dome with my faulty phone That tired she tried to slash my tire me in the bed with her cousin Tanji From the she use to hold my sack I use to dick her
Way back in eighty-six she use to look like a sketch But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that is bad For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Secret
Now folks, just remember, I said I thought about lickin' pussy I said I never thought about it it and treatin' it nice that, I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the Where I live on the outskirts of on the tuck in the cut In empty apartments, man I'm a baller so you know I ain't got in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get for combat if you plottin' and plannin' Oh if you come for me and confiscate my Let the buzzer be the But my is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin' on Community service, put up stop
Uhh, hold the on Did you or did you not tell these to stay within they envelope? Shit, these toddlers is to the game They ain't know about these tramps Six bedroom flats and dealt And held a hand the mat You see we from the Yay, we control they minds And put these on the grind
Ain't got to but I touch it Went to 7-Eleven, up a traders 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 yet, although I'm havin' cake The little homie the hood, want me to put out his tape He kinda tight too, me of The Click crew 'Cause they was that old high powered Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can to
Wake to, 'scape to when sunny by, slide by, get at a honey I these streets like I know my dick I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get And the nigga pulled the lick
I got bitch on lock 999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box Marijuana crops in this roster Kilogram, coca leaf and What about my niggas in the Look they made
My in the city They it made Top regeneration, uncut weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit 999,999 a dollar, plus a dollar man a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch Biotch, sheit, sheit, it