Yeah, HC mutha fuckin' P hypnotized mutha fuckin' Mindz bitch For you mutha Rinky Dink Records up out there Y'all who y'all is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's DJ Paul and J wannabe ass niggas T-Rock that shit fo these [unverified]
My house of representatives, be A town That'll a riot in any shape form or fashion Run up in your grill, when who we blastin' Now woo now we presidential thing you was flashin'
We some alcoholic niggas, we depression A-tech in this Mobb, niggas for cashin' Amazed we see the crooked police harassin' All because we makin' other clicks are lackin'
Down for the cause, you haters wanna brawl Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I We some treal figgas', drug niggas, makin' [unverified] quicker Livin' in the world it's hard not to kill niggas
Enemies is layin', unless they hold in tight them cells Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of mama Clean till I'm gone, I'm ridin' on the chrome Shakin' all the playa haters, soaking in my dome
Little ass boy you hear this and feel me in my face but chu really wanna kill me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you niggas get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone this and feel me Smilies in my but chu really wanna kill me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu wanna kill me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu wanna kill me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you wona get some, I got some
Oh, it's hot up in here You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet I start this changed the beat up
Get from me nigga here come, lord your fuckin' nemesis Back on premises, remember what I left on bitch You hoes can't me, you can't fake me You can't make me, you break me
Always shady and I leave yo weak ass I got no fears and no in my veins man I insane coming free in the black rain
You step up to the man, well put yourself in danger I'm like the ranger the West and obsessed with anger I hear the room was from and this shit is funny The niggas talkin' shit, niggas who ain't got no money
They make a sale off fuck a grip they askin' never They a sack a stick to bitch they askin' never stick They make a sack to spit this gangsta shit never spit
So walk up feel the shackin' drowning in fuckin' piss yo' gossip, you're like fossets so I let you leak Lord is now I beat you like a hoggy beat
Little ass boy you gone this and feel me Smilies in my but chu really wanna kill me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you wona get some, I got some
Little ass boy you hear this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really kill me Any one of you niggas wona get some, I got Any one of you niggas get some, I got some
Man you bitches got problems, let it be hoe whoa die gone solve 'em, when it be one who Fucking 'round wit' grown men that Camp
HCP we got that pump, cut up your neck Man I'm glad these niggas the fuck up out the Posse Songs Now I'm smilin' in an [unverified] ridin' on Singin', no new niggas in our click we We rich, we glist, we down for years
I done been up on your corner, I smoked up all they weed I done down with your killas, I done corner them for there g's talkin' 'bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin' but a bitch Say you always killa but for real you suckin' dick
Yeah, it's funny how it is to see a in a thong Get them glocks with the pop, you break yo ass and run I ain't fuckin' wit' yo kind and I got no point to prove Let yo legs move be a mutha fuckin' move bitch
Little ass boy you gone hear and feel me Smilies in my face but chu wanna kill me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you wona get some, I got some
ass boy you gone hear this and feel me Smilies in my face but chu really wanna me Any one of you wona get some, I got some Any one of you niggas get some, I got some