Back with some * for you fools that bangStep in my space and try to run up on my gangA lot of things change if you trip, likeA whole new day and a couple food clips, right?Maybe bust a lips if we only go fistsBut if it gets worse, buzzers get hurtBy a gang of young fools that's runningRight towards your ass, all you hear is blastAnd we keep coming, that's how it's doneCause we going out insaneLike some little ass jeansJust a bumblebee MCsSo won't you pass that spliff to the backCause I hate to make your brains back plowGoing out my * mind, that's realCause I be putting it down, why you fools be riding big wheelsMentally, infinity, I'm killing dudes like John KennedyIt's like that, with that * that's laid backSlow pain, I'm ready to motherfucking dieFor this mission that you be on, niggaSo thumbs upThis nigga no good, put you downI'll put you down like Brandy, niggaI fell for you cause you down for mePump that rocket shotgun in the skyIf you get high, if you down, you diePump that rocket shotgun in the skyOpen your eyes, recognize who made it highAnd when they all say I got the shotgun to the skyI'm down to die if that nut's down to dieSo roll up a little, yo, and let's all get highTake your last puff, I'll pull the trigger, goodbyeSo now it's time to rollBoth of the instrumentalRollin' in my neckNow folks, slowly rollin' with slowThat B-B-O-G goin' off on that 24 trackIt came from these seven fuckin' bitches and all thatLike a motherfuckin' baller, street scholarGo hit it, let your bitch screamin', hollerWhile I light up the Buddha and kiss highPitbull got that shotgun to the skyLet's start, Pitbull upLet me hit that Bud, niggaCause I feel like breakin' niggas off some loveMy niggas don't pay, matter fact, matter factI beat that nigga down, we beat some down, bro, *Yeah, pump that rocket shotgun in the skyIf you get high, if you down, you dieI said pump that rocket shotgun in the skyOpen your eyes, recognize and realizePump that rocket shotgun in the skyIf you get high, if you down, you diePump that rocket shotgun in the skyOpen your eyes, recognize and realizeThese gangsters smokin' weed in the backseatWith a tech nine and a freak on the gang bank sneakTent shop, tinted windows, fool, I'm rollin' undercoverThe gap ban on six, I'm rollin' undercover, the gap ban on sixSee me burnin' rubber, hittin' dipsRacin' up the block in my hood, lookin' for a punkSlide a slippin' motherfucker in the trunkGot a beanie on my face to cover the crime upWon't catch me slippin' in the lineupHangin' and baggin' with them baby OGs3-1-0s, 8-1-8s in the 2-1-3sGot my back like a fat bitch's shadowCity pigs on my ass so I stay low proThe boys in my hood are always hardChip phone kinda fit, installin' credit cardsAnything for fucks sake, I'm rollin' undercoverBitch, come up If you got beat with my clique bitch run upPump dat riot shotgun in the skyIf you get high, if you down to diePump dat riot shotgun in the skyOpen your eyes, recognize it, realizePump dat riot shotgun in the skyIf you get high, if you down to diePump dat riot shotgun in the skyOpen your eyes, recognize it, * dieOne time for your motherfuckin' mindWe in this, bitch, my homie Lil' VMy 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.