I put my black jumps on, black golf hat
Black Ben Davis with a big black gap
Big fat sack, keep the locs on stack
And Dimes gotta have fat back
You got that stag making on this West Coast *
Now every album got to have a radio hit
Let's make the radio love this underground *
Before this * pops, homies get down with it
I bet they bout to bang the blocks to this
Cartel got them flaming glocks to this
Rocks to this, and wanna hate or not to this
Like that P.E. * makes them plunk they fists
It's been a while since I've been on this
I bless the hood with heat
Held it down in the S.E. streets and swapped meats
The cartel got that *
To make your bitch want me to hit and don't quit
They love it, so I still come with it
West Coast classic *, we done did it
We don't just talk the *, we still live it
And bitches try to show they ass, we will spit it
Never underestimate the blend
I got family down south, so they takes me in
It's gangster then
Gap will lock the city
And send the cartel niggas at it again
You know something you should know
If I set your car to tail, that's for sure
We'll see you in the angry * we don't know
Don't chill, cause we don't get enough
There can be no others who don't decide
Jump up in my phone and we don't fly
I watch my boy hit from side to side
Don't get it on, don't get it on
The hurricane that don't dance, but we damn sure booking
Give a bitch dick when she holla for my cookies
I had ten dimes, every last one shook me
Got some hood rats and stayed hooky
They love woodies
They quit the ride for the nigga they choose
Catch up all the niggas slipping and they taking his hoos
Devil remuse, they like it, you be feeling misused
But watch your nuts if they ever repeat it
I'm that faux faux gatta, backstreet broma
Some niggas Hollywood and I'm pulling the wool on ya
The streets don't condone ya, abstract anger
Never seen a hood in your life, but claim banger
I born on the blocks with buckshot with blasted
Homies getting covered in plastic closed caskets
The cartels serve these blocks
Where hard times comes along with hard knocks
And yea, spiked homies got heat like Fort Knox
And young murder squads do work like top notch
Ain't no thang here, just a gang here
And keep it real if you ever say your name here
Ain't no game here, what you claim here
You better live it, cause that's what you get
The * can get you slain here
From the projects of Jai to the bridge of Queens
Real G niggas doing real thangs
From the hoods down south all in between
Real G niggas doing real thangs
From the west coast blocks where the gangstas leave
Real G niggas doing real thangs
The cartel gang back with a gangsta team
Real street niggas doing real thangs
Real life bullets show
We'll see you when the game's a-* we won't go
Don't tell your girls, don't give it a blow
There can be no others so don't be sorry
Open up or then we gon' pry
And watch my four-hits run side to side
Dumb-ditty-***b, ***b-ditty-***b-***b
Da-da-da-da-***b-dee-da-da-***
Da-da-da-da-***b-dee-da-da-***
We'll see you next time.