Listen it pass the gun to the left hand side
Flippin' in the range,
roll the blowin' master one time
Hit me with the boop-boop,
bubble gum flashin' in my rear
Sprayin' fresh and I'm tryin' to steer too
Throwin' out my urns, you were passin' beside
The windows rolled down, airin' out the ride
Gotta load the .45 inside
That I keep for protection when I'm ridin' by
I spent the West and got a scope too
And I may have caught a body on it
But those who get just know somebody want it
They don't it, they get, they get mad sometimes
Just know that you ain't done *
But still, you got them haters in your business
Harry know she blowin' my heart And she
knew that I was buzzin' from the red
of my eyes Got my life set on paper
Show me my picture on the source But
what the * you stoppin' me for?
And she said, Jankster,
out,
put me down
Down,
down, Jankster,
put me
down Down,
down
So I gave my say in the number and told her call me up
Beatin' on my dad's board, hot in the foot
Was hot and chocked to have a square in the truck
I was fuckin' thinkin' five-o,
jockey tryin' to jam me up
I continue on my mission to my grandma's
house Hollered at my homeboy that just got out
What's up,
let's roll,
get you some clothes Take you to the
club so you can get with some hoes
Let's go,
made it to the ball,
hoes thick Listenin' to Park screamin',
that's the *
Gettin' geared when this woman appear about
the blue Tellin' me she like what I do,
and the hoes like
Jankster,
out,
put me down Down,
down, Jankster,
put me down Down, down
With these rollin' on B's and the drop top A's,
E,
U,
R,
E
With the knock-knock bangin',
listen to a song a nigga face sangin'
Hear drums just a-ringin',
my humble brain A couple of honeys to the hideaway
We gon' * these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack,
confirm tickets,
get some sleep We rollin' to the Rady
Johnson fight a hundred niggas deep
Ain't bringin' sand to the beach,
I got my eyes on some freaky-ass broads
And menage a trois,
never kiss and tell I keep some horny as hell,
and tuck my dick
inside that pussy,
put it under a spell Got more mail than the post office,
let me
remind ya Don't stab my diamonds too hard,
they might
blind ya Freaky diggity,
freaky diggity,
when you
see me rollin' past, all you gotta do is pass
Ghetto boys,
we got the power to move niggas
G.B.
Willie D,
Scarface
Yes,
legendary