Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, right I'm air tight, in them Air Nikes If the Navy outside, I be there Black hoodie, 9, black wifey airs guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the under the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to head And if you see a truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm goin' goin', back
To the block to the bucket and jump in the drop Niggaz know I'm with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns 'Cause if the 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 want drama in
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe get together Shit mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig' Doin' it big and don't wanna yo' wig
give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo', around with snitches What you had to fo', niggaz tried to play me man you ask fo', all about this Bay game Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches What you had to smash fo', tried to play me man you ask fo', all about this Bay game Anything you ask fo', Bay game
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny I'm in the streets where they goin' One, two, we on the rooftop Let the Coupe ghost then we come to two stops
Figga by the corner sto' Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em Yeahh, ya hit me on my Inventory pilin' up, tryin' to buy shit
got me diggin in my files Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big 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, another on the board Fuck the bullshit, the don't play I represent the whole Bay every day
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money bitches Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck with snitches What you had to smash fo', niggaz to play me man Anything you ask fo', all about Bay game Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay
rubber band 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 jams the all busted The want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in Your pockets, they get them some But testin' my pocket, gets you none
'Cause I, got a pimp The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do
All of baguettes and bezels We shine like life's {unverified} 2005, me and my just pile the pots Move like the ice loose, these thangs to watch
D.J.