I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' yaHand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' yaTried to squeal, now I'm callin' for them thang-thangs wit' yaHot n' freeze, antifreeze, chillin' cool-cool wit' yaChillin' cool-cool wit' ya, hot n' freeze, antifreezeChillin' cool-cool wit' ya, chillin' cool-cool wit' yaHand-sackin', rag-sackin', do my gang-bang wit' yaGroovy nigga, jumped up off the fencePulled up by my third leg, cleavin' filthNo L's, no whips, backyard full of cripsBarbecues are county blues, who would thanks to be the ***It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer hittin' licksGet EVT up off the bench, gang-bangin', *** a cliqueLeft lookin' for a squad, see my groupin' doneSpreadin' round the world, but the top is always bottomIt's the Reaper, Reaper, ReaperLookin' like the Reaper in your drivewayStrange, who you livin' with?Live on the drive-by on a summer dayJuly 4th will be in JuneBlock tip, block tip, block tip, block bottomThe sound of the drum that grips the blood, you knowBlock tip, block tip, block tip, block bottomThe sound of the drum, see, see, seeI'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' yaHand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' yaSo don't think things wit' ya, I can't freezeChillin' cool, cool wit' yaChillin' cool, cool wit' yaChillin' cool, cool wit' yaChillin' cool, cool wit' yaMy gang-bang wit' yaDon't make me put a lean to a nigga's spleenChills to a nigga's bad lean, did he crack me?Stop a dream and it slaps beam downLittle boy now a dream, little boy dreamCoco in the pot, almond in my bodyASAP rockin', boy that I can get itOnion in my pocket like the booty on a midgetDiamond on my rollie, think a nigga out of frigidLookin' at the time, save it, win it for a minuteSee my neck go, defend it with some propsSeemin' so it's long gone, boy I got himHe was there before I shot him, it's a reamer, reamerBoom, boom, boom, lookin' like a reaper in your drivewayBoys, who you livin' with?Live on the drive-by, summer dayJuly 4th will be a jokeBlock tip, block tip, block tip, block bombThe sound of the drum that grips them bloods, LordBlock tip, block tip, block tip, block bombThe sound of the drum, seeI'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' yaFan-saggin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' yaThe sweetest dog howlin', throw them thang-thangs wit' yaI can freeze any freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' yaChillin' cool, cool wit' yaI can freeze any freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' yaChillin' cool, cool wit' yaFan-saggin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' yaTell me more about it in the gutterWhen it started with the crippin', brewing cappin', so what happened?Tell me more about it in the gutterWhen it started with the crippin', then the bloods got it brackin'I'm just a east side nigga, when your nigga sayin'I can show you what it be like, niggaLight em up, light em up, like a street light, niggaFollow me, I can show you what these streets like, niggaI'm the boss of a swing, guns blow like dusty windsFinna bend, push his wig back when that revolver spinsHo-tag him, floss flaggin' like it's all goodTell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?We never heard of ya, walkin' with the murderersNiggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglarSeen his soul was long gone before I got himHe was dead before I shot him*