[Verse 1] Wake up in the morning, oh shit! Had to cock the 9, niggas’ tryin' to steal my pits Went out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence I’m telling you, life in Compton is a bitch Let off a couple shots, God damn, I miss Say fuck it anyway, and let off the whole clip I’m not to be fucked with, when I’m off liquor Old English in my system, ‘bout to kill me a nigga See, I remember back in the days, loadin’ my AK Ridin’ ‘round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze That's when I didn’t give a fuck, now I got my son Shoot a nigga, he die, public enemy number one But, this ain’t no action flick, no Johnny Depp shit When the Tec spit hollow tips in your Lexus So. Don’t fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin’ the gat Yeah, nigga, I stay strapped
[Chorus] Somethin’ hot in here Nigga, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s? Is it the Bentley with the full color ways Or the old-school sittin’ on blades What could be?
[Verse 2] It’s 2-o’-clock in the afternoon, I’m ‘bout to roll a Swisher ‘Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home Watchin’ ESPN on the 70-inch flat screen K-Gs and Wade jerseys, blowin’ chronic, that green Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams Turn hood zombies into a Olympic track team ‘Till I got shot, and infiltrated the rap scene Had to clean my life up, doc gave me the vaccine Don’t get it twisted, I still click-clack things Red beam attached to each and every strap That I keep locked up in my basement If I shoot a nigga, will the Lord forgive Jason? I don’t know, still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases Fuck Pacino, ‘cause we know niggas with scarfaces And we go back, like D-Boys and small faces And we crashin’ new Ferraris while ya'll hatin' Pharrell I think it’s
[Chorus] Somethin’ hot in here Nigga, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s? Is it the Bentley with the full color ways Or the old-school sittin’ on blades What could it be?
You know the answer, fool
[Verse 3] Niggas cain’t fuck with me, real spit I guess I am a motherfucking legend, Will Smith All I’m missin’ is a bitch like Jada, Bonnie & Clyde shit Hit the fence like later, sayonara, arrivederci Black rose Phantom, interior hearse shit And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches Them hoes’ll never testify, peace to Common But Game keep it hood like weaves and Top Ramen Never stop coming for the top If the bass a flesh wound and Pharrell a head shot Motherfucker, and when he take aim Bullets enter your frame, my bars simi-lar To a dragon swalloin’ flames Cain’t walk through the club and take a piss Without these new school rap niggas on my dick While you fuck around with your jewelry and all your whips I pull up with your bitch pumpin’ gangsta shit Now you know
[Chorus] Somethin’ hot in here Nigga, it must be me! (x2)
Is it the shades? Is it the J‘s? Is it the Bentley with the full color ways Or the old-school sittin’ on blades What could it be?
You know the answer, fool
Do ya thing, shawty Do ya thing, shawty Do ya thing, shawty E’rybody lookin’ now (x2)
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go E’rybody lookin’ now (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
