[Verse 1] Prepared for the hatred With my problem solver my patriot Goon up and get tooned up Dropped off erased it Stay dedicated and faithful to my camp (what about yo camp?) Try [?] my loved ones they get stamped Stapled, removed Soil tested and block approved Really a good dude But he can get trooped From the school of hubbarocks some life savers up in the socks Sprintin and runnin from the cops The cherries, the sirens The po-po penelope one time The alphabet boy’s stilettos The sophisticated dog trained attackers The K9 Sheppards In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong Got hella shit goin on The dusty, the dirty, the smirk (ugh) I ain't paranoid I’m prepared I ain't nervous When you cookin birdies in the kitchen Can't be slippin like a transmission Gotta be on your peesin toes It's hard to make an honest livin When your kids ain't got no clothes
[Verse 2] Playin the game how it was meant to be played The way it's supposed to be Money hungry and sany Soil savy and grainy Hard headed and mannish Me and my Philippinos and Hispanics Romanians and Asians, Samoans, Tongans and Caucasians Not no California Bears Not no California raisins All of us is fools All of us is patients Ethiopians, Afghanis and Eritreans Africans, Jamaicans and Indians Ugh, ave animal We some hood hysterians You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian A goon witta spoon, wrist game sick Pay the neighbourhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip A nigga how to whip A fixture how to mix Got it clock wise twistin it Drop it off, deliver it Never half step Go for the juggler Get yo money man Don't be no couch potato hustler
[Verse 3] Fella you're a silent dude Your name just came up Bro you gon' live a long time We just talked you up Wha-what was the subject What about was the subject Was it good or was it bad? The subject was about how you make them suckaz back up like sea crab Gotta raise the white flag Too many drinks they had Disrespecting the boss, that's how you got fucked off You mean something You somebody You really stand for something They got big ass M on they chest (for what?) For nothing You know my homie with the two-toned legs (what about him) He thuggin A couple of them niggas were off They licked the sweaty balls These hoes nowadays is dogs Givin up them drawers Do anything for the cash Wipe the coochie off witta napkin and take a hooker bath Ain't none of my niggers kept us They gotta pay our mackin ass We be slummin'em we be trapin'em In the slow lane and the fast Money hogs fame and kissin Alcohol weed and bitches man we back da fuck in businessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
