Back with some * for you fools that bang
Step in my space and try to run up on my gang
A lot of things change if you trip, like
A whole new day and a couple food clips, right?
Maybe bust a lips if we only go fists
But if it gets worse, buzzers get hurt
By a gang of young fools that's running
Right towards your ass, all you hear is blast
And we keep coming, that's how it's done
Cause we going out insane
Like some little ass jeans
Just a bumblebee MCs
So won't you pass that spliff to the back
Cause I hate to make your brains back plow
Going out my * mind, that's real
Cause I be putting it down, why you fools be riding big wheels
Mentally, infinity, I'm killing dudes like John Kennedy
It's like that, with that * that's laid back
Slow pain, I'm ready to motherfucking die
For this mission that you be on, nigga
So thumbs up
This nigga no good, put you down
I'll put you down like Brandy, nigga
I fell for you cause you down for me
Pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you down, you die
Pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize who made it high
And when they all say I got the shotgun to the sky
I'm down to die if that nut's down to die
So roll up a little, yo, and let's all get high
Take your last puff, I'll pull the trigger, goodbye
So now it's time to roll
Both of the instrumental
Rollin' in my neck
Now folks, slowly rollin' with slow
That B-B-O-G goin' off on that 24 track
It came from these seven fuckin' bitches and all that
Like a motherfuckin' baller, street scholar
Go hit it, let your bitch screamin', holler
While I light up the Buddha and kiss high
Pitbull got that shotgun to the sky
Let's start, Pitbull up
Let me hit that Bud, nigga
Cause I feel like breakin' niggas off some love
My niggas don't pay, matter fact, matter fact
I beat that nigga down, we beat some down, bro, *
Yeah, pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you down, you die
I said pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
Pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you down, you die
Pump that rocket shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize and realize
These gangsters smokin' weed in the backseat
With a tech nine and a freak on the gang bank sneak
Tent shop, tinted windows, fool, I'm rollin' undercover
The gap ban on six, I'm rollin' undercover, the gap ban on six
See me burnin' rubber, hittin' dips
Racin' up the block in my hood, lookin' for a punk
Slide a slippin' motherfucker in the trunk
Got a beanie on my face to cover the crime up
Won't catch me slippin' in the lineup
Hangin' and baggin' with them baby OGs
3-1-0s, 8-1-8s in the 2-1-3s
Got my back like a fat bitch's shadow
City pigs on my ass so I stay low pro
The boys in my hood are always hard
Chip phone kinda fit, installin' credit cards
Anything for fucks sake, I'm rollin' undercover
Bitch, come up If you got beat with my clique bitch run up
Pump dat riot shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you down to die
Pump dat riot shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize it, realize
Pump dat riot shotgun in the sky
If you get high, if you down to die
Pump dat riot shotgun in the sky
Open your eyes, recognize it, * die
One time for your motherfuckin' mind
We in this, bitch, my homie Lil' V
My homie Pimp Boom and my homie Slopey putting the sauce down on this *, you know what I'm saying?
And I be no good MC.
Boom, you can't fade us.
You think you can fade us, huh?
You think you can click and fade us?
Y'all be some busts, you know what I'm saying?
West Coast Boom, baby, all day long.
West Coast Boom.