[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
