Damn, one-time just a you And 4 deep, too They seen all caps and T-shirts And them gold thangs underneath the
But the law ain't been Wait, I see 3 white and one token Oh, so that it, no doubt Tom pointed us out
But I tryin' to get jacked They give me static, I'm givin' the back 'Cause I ain't did wrong And this L.A. drama been goin' on too
So it's on if they me of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me 'Cause fool, I ain't I'm 5000, so much for gold
I hit a side street and twice Shook 'em like hot Parked the toy in a the same thing happened last Friday
I to tell you They was devils once But y'all don't me though
Hey, You know who I'm talkin' to Hey, You know who I'm talkin' to
Damn, this baby me, 911 Who is that? This bad-ass white from Aw nigga, you went out like a Boyscout What you talkin'
Fool, this a straight freak Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic week Askin' the doctor, "Have you seen this?" With a long-wired q-tip, up your penis
Waitin' for the results to come back from upstairs While you say prayers And ask yourself, Was it worth it? Before Casanova over, everything was perfect
But you satisfied with the sisters So now you got Trick or Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick Or vice versa, that's how you treat a
Nigga like you who ain't hittin' pale skins'll get you burned Man, better let them white hoes go But y'all don't hear me
Hey, You guys know who I'm to Hey, You guys who I'm talkin' to
Kam, I got a migraine, what you eat? Just pork chops and pig's feet And a couple of strips of What? And my just started achin'
I to say, I told you so but I told ya You couldn't take it from a Kam got the ham down to a science So keep it out appliance
Cat plus rat plus dog hog Poison-ass animals, need to ban 'em all Nigga, I been eatin' all my life and I'm cool Fool, you know what you're missin'
that's the reason why you get sick so quick And spend a straight with doctor Tom Slick So he can your prescription For ass, for your headaches and your hyper tension
When all you do is stop eatin' the swine And everything'll be Black folk better leave pork at the sto' But don't hear me though
Hey, You guys who I'm talkin' to Hey, You know who I'm talkin' to
Damn, my nigga got He's down for the K.O., for movin' that And now askin' him to snitch I hate to say it but the nigga dug his own
So now he's in a catch 22 Damned if he don't and if he do at 15 with a L Scared touch down, so what the hell
He starts singin' a bird Federal detectives every word Puttin' niggas in a twist, on toes How long will he last? God only
Ballin' outta control, gotta put on a So it's on like that, nigga, my niggas at? It like he didn't know 'Cause I sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though