[Intro] [Verse 1] Can't none of y'all niggehs fuck with none of these niggehs These triggers, we'z killers (Hahaha) Sittin' on tha porch in bee-tween legs With a bish French-braiding my hair, gnaw! Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What iz tha Connection? Bish, yew looking at it It don't stop, I hit moe licks than it takes Too get too tha center of a Blow pop (Won, too, three) And it'z gonna take a miracle Too drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart But ain't trying too sea Marcia Clark (Punk ass niggeh!) Sew let's wait 'til it get dark Sew many cars parked in my gate (Beep-beep!) It iz like tha international, house of pancakes (Ugh!) All on tha grass (Ugh!), every bish passed (Ugh!) I'm fursed, knot last, when we all hit tha ass (Ahh) Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (What!) Won pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangstas don't dance, we boogie (Bow!) Niggehs run out and get ya cookie Westside [Break] [Chorus] [Verse 2] Who'z that dumpin' out that window, hoo-riding? (West-Sighed!) Nobody survives when... I got my steel up, throwing my stuff up, pulling tha trigger (Ugh) What tha fuck yew lookin' at, niggeh? (Punk!) (Whistles) True blew when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like tha tongue of my Chucks Chalk another won, homicidal in tha G-ride I swear I'm killing every niggeh standing outside Letting 'em have it, with my double barrel sawed off (Ugh!) I'm smoking on everybody, niggehs, bishes, and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight, motherfuck tha witnesses Eyes big az golf balls from tha funny cigarette (Haha, yeah) Az tha sun frowns on my forehead, I sweat murder (Murder!) Which maids me tha walking dead man Bringing moe bad news than Schleprock When I bust shots (Ugh!), Dub-C keep tha hammer cocked [Chorus] [Verse 3] Whale, it iz tha niggeh that'z housin' tha scene I got pounds of green and birds Sittin' on tha triple beams (Yes!) I put it down on and off tha record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bish I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yay Sew I brag and I boast man I got tha most, man (Whoa-whoa!) I maid moe deliveries than tha postman (B-I-ITCH!) My homie Carlito plug me with tha amigos Sew, now, it iz kilos, five and six double zeros Now, what'z next? I'm stuffed like Kotex Blindin' niggehs with tha boogers in my Rolex With my aces OT on a regular basis We got pavé'd faces fightin' federal cases (Ha!) Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggehs gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa, and Mack I'll be tha dope dealer