Huh? Want me to the real? the real man Nigga, speak the Speak the the real Speak the the real
It's a after nine on my AM, FM Radio Shack, digital motel, six o 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 raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a attack" Dude, that's cold shit, ain't it huh? I know, she was a good person for certain I
V-Town, California, where I was born, and grown And since 1979, I a hustler on the go You the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely seven digits
Figurines, doo hicky and Angel Dust Mescaline, niggas know than fuck with us I'm out flossin' in Reno in the casino Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a
I that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem Take a lose, take a lose don't a scene charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress I let that orange box of baking do the rest
Holler at my chef, Raul Known for cloning and turning one into two That's what he do for a living, that's all used to Playtex dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
ain't nothin' You see we gone keep thuggin' And mean muggin', jump it's a done deal You see and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but What if I this back down? one, which one cap'n? You got to be about it or be it Be about it or it, ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, We fin to run down a tac on these bitch ass, niggaz Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty That Heifer's tired she tried to my tire me in the bed with her cousin Tanji From the track she use to hold my I use to dick her
Way back in eighty-six she use to look like a sketch But now that got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad For it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs Victoria's
Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about pussy I said I never about eatin' it it and treatin' it nice that, I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut In some apartments, man I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my
I'm ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried Ready for combat if you plottin' and Oh if you for me and confiscate my dough Let the be the bail But my suggestion is to stay within your
I'm block to block, swingin' on Community service, put up signs
Uhh, the fuck on Did you or did you not these niggaz to stay within they envelope? Shit, these toddlers is green to the They ain't know nothin' these tramps Six flats and gettin' dealt And a hand across the mat You see we from the Yay, where we control they And put hoes on the grind
Ain't got to but I touch it to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book And bought a Use to a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see partna had warrant
That I ain't handled yet, although I'm havin' cake The little homie from the hood, me to put out his tape He kinda tight too, remind me of The crew 'Cause they was spittin' that old high Godzilla guru, ass type shit you can relate to
Wake to, 'scape to it's sunny Ride by, by, get at a honey I know streets like I know my dick I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get And the nigga that pulled the
I got this on lock 999,999 plus a in a safe deposit box Marijuana crops in this roster Kilogram, leaf and morphine about my niggas in the 415? Look what made
My in the city call it made Top regeneration, uncut weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit, sheit 999,999 plus a dollar, plus a man Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket Biotch, sheit, sheit, it