I pledge to the ghetto I allegiance to the game I pledge allegiance to the money and the And the pussy and the and the fame
I pledge allegiance to the I pledge allegiance to the I pledge allegiance to the and the cars And the pussy and the bitches and the fame,
To all my, to all my hoodlums & my with their mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex gloves on In the kitchen chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin' off and grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, it up, throw it up, ugh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, it up Throw it up, throw it up, it up Throw it up, nigga, it up, throw it up
Fuck talkin', I'm niggas, best ta get ta walkin' It's the shadiest, Charlie Hustle and my nigga the hawk in on throw it up ,throw it up, dip as I dips, skip with the Euro clip Hangin' for on 100-spoke whips
All I is pussy, money and color bandannas And tryin' to get my kids some more than colonel sanders Play us by the trigger so I'ma by the trigger And rivals, bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas
[Incomp.] regulations in the game, snitch sang soprano, wild gravy, bustin' kilograms, goin' platinum Door and panel, never dustin' up, never under pressure Seems to me I do my time and I get out
Early people say I smell glocks, what kind of car you got? I tell 'em "Brooklyn cotch", walker, snapple lemon-squeezed And scotch is what I drink a nigga up the table While all you powder puff niggas all my votes
To all my, to all my hoodlums & my thugz with their on Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber on In the kitchen chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin' off and grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, it up, throw it up, ugh it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up, it up, nigga Throw it up, nigga, it up, throw it up
Well, it's old Inglewood gang bang, hustlin' ass nigga That dope game, ho, bustin' ass nigga Still grindin' rhymin' now up to seven figures Low-down, duct tapin', lick hitter
Bangin' sendin' outta town on the bus If ya in to sellin' crack, fuck with us I got cars and a mansion wine in the cellar And a bitch on my team that'll kill I tell her
Back with ninjas so ya I do for folsom and Susanville, fo' sho' My niggas in Quentin and Vacaville, I From Chino to to hatched by to Rikers Island Pelican Bay solid, dat long park and terminal
Keep on smilin', and callin' connect 'Cos my focus, you know, I'm accept A za, a zap board, amps dice with, to all my stamps beeyatch
To all my, to all my hoodlums & my thugz with mugs on Up in the ghetto and the hood the platex rubber gloves on In the cookin' chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin' off and grindin' outta taxicabs
Throw it up, it up, throw it up, ugh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, it up Throw it up, throw it up, it up Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, it up
Could it be me or was it chronic or bombay? got me puttin' it down for all my hoodlums around the way Lex spares, money dippin', bullet-proof vests and sack All my niggas, east to the west to the souths, I can't hearin' ya
If it ain't Charlie Hustle, that nigga mack Manson While the g homies boogie, we keep hoes dancin' And we lexed up wit the parlay features Sportin' beamed-up wit the flamed-up creases
I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the and pops The Chinese, the AK, the fiend, the The store on every corner, the laundromat The quick to run up on the nigga to my cap
To all my, to all my hoodlums & my with their mugs on Up in the and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on In the kitchen chicken, diamonds, hop and gab Droppin' off and grindin' outta taxicabs
it up, throw it up, throw it up, ugh Throw it up, nigga, throw it up, it up Throw it up, it up, throw it up it up, nigga, throw it up, throw it up
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