Yeah, got my nigga G Malone here, see he a g too He understand what it be like See I just wanna throw my swag on really But Top and Punch, they just wanna see a nigga laid back You know what I mean? Laid back
You imaginary niggas perplex me You should see the corny shit they do to impress me Actin' like bitches backstage who wanna sex me Or baseball gloves all day tryin' to catch me I run it like a track meet, but you never met me Attract heat like black clothes or crack co-caine My brain on the grain like a veggie (I'm uncomfortable dog) You irritatin' like a wedgie In particular I'm a don, mega like the maker of Friday With nothin' to do and no job This chrome that I hold will leave you holy like you know God Sin City, murder in abundance Where mothers look like they always smell onions Ride by the elementary and kids cussin' And it's nothin' new to us you could do to us So get your weapon or player just get to steppin' up the stairway to heaven
I'm a g from the floor All the way up to the LA fitted up on my dome They won't leave me alone (And I know) You can't resist (And you don't) Even exist I see right through you niggas just like a ghost 'Cause I'm a g for sure
They say I talk big shit I can't help it, I'm on my sixth whip [?] gotta say some slick shit I'm so screwed up just like a [?] Bobby B, I used to pitch sticks Every pour I was forced just to take a few whiffs That's why I'm part eclectic High all the time and my art reflects it This is Watts where we spark detectives And money can't even get you marks accepted You need to chill with the g talk 'Cause half you rap bloods used to C-walk Now all the fuckin' sudden you's a B dog I been bangin' since hangin' by the seesaw Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip Got my real blood homies lookin' bad
Naw, I ain't into the tough talk From the 1950's where we'd rather let our guns spark Chill with your colored scarf, shots take your caps off Close range with the burner, nigga, 'til your skull [?] Get with shit, Top Dawg's one and only blue pit All black four fifth dumpin' at your loose lips Yeah I'm trippin', best believe a nigga crippin' I'd even rob Obama if I catch the nigga slippin' Catch a nigga dippin' nigga Ridin' through the fifties on chucks lookin' crispy Man I wish a nigga tempt me nigga Bustin' 'til it's empty, done with the plan Need to take a trip to hell and have the devil start prayin' Hammer start sprayin', lead into my rifle Make a nigga bleed just for fuckin' with my cycle Bigger than the Eiffel Tower, havin' power niggas softer than a flower Time to make these cats devour
Yeah homie, you already know how it's goin' homie It's west coast homie, best coast homie, better smoke Know what I'm sayin', left side of the map, know what I'm sayin' Straight up, come to the hood, fuck with us Know what I'm sayin', straight up I be at the Del Amo Swap Meet right now With the corduroy house slippers on with the back folded down under the You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, hey pass me a bigger ripTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
