Ha ha, that's right, that's right, once again, I'm back with my friend, Big Deuce, representing Santa Ana, Orange County, S.A., S.A., homie, that's right, that's right, this your homeboy, A.C., the promoter, what up, A.C., there's all kinds of enemies creeping close to us, huh, dude, yeah, * em, homie, you know what, why don't you let em know what's happening
Enemies creep close through the f***ing gun smoke, but I can see you through them dark-ass loads, enemies creep close through the f***ing gun smoke, not hearing your haters, as I take another tone
Enemies creep close through the f***ing gun smoke, still seeing your haters, through them dark-ass loads, enemies creep close through the f***ing gun smoke, not seeing your haters, as I take another tone
Stepped up on the scene with the gangsta lean, I'm still not giving a f***, homie, I always keep it cheap, I'm the D.U.C.E.O.
You didn't see?
I'm always creepin' and crawlin' with my homie A.C.
Too well, no Nessus, always down to ride
We're gonna show you how we do it on the O.C. side
In the county of crime, gun smoke all day
I'm just a gangster ass rockin' from the city of L.A.
Doin' shows, fuckin' hoes, yeah, we ridin' on you busters
Not givin' a * about you punk motherfuckers
Hate me, pussy, cause you givin' me fans
I know you punk chavales, homie, nothin' but lames
Insane Mexican comin' out the left coast
Pour the champagne, A.C.
Give a toast to most wantin', most hated in the fuckin' rap game
So keep through, cha, smashin' the game, boom
Enemies creep close to the fuckin' gun smoke
But I still see your ass through them dark ass loads
Enemies creep close to the fuckin' gun smoke
Not hearin' your haters as I take another recall
Enemies creep close to the fuckin' gun smoke
But I still see your ass through them dark ass loads
Enemies creep close to the fuckin' gun smoke
Not seein' your haters as I take another tell
Watch this, homie, let me love you

You know things in the rap game ain't the same as before
All these new booties coming into the game
Not giving a * how they sound, searching for fame
*'s whack, need to take your time
Put your heart and soul and then you will find
More units being pushed across state lines
That's real homie, no need to tell lies
Money in the pocket, conscience you would rock it
Your dick holds a jacket, your pig you could toss it
Have him dripping like a faucet, find his bitch you would boss it
That's real boo, listen to Pit Boston
Ha ha, that's right, a little word of advice
For all you rookies coming to the game trying to put out a CD
Too quick, you need to pay your dues
A little word of advice, AC the promoter, what?