Some real gangsta * from a baldy named Slope
Kangarooing in a coupe through the streets of Pico
Gangbanging like a pro, real knucklehead
OG, * with my clique, you slipping six feet deep
Rolling deep with some freaks in my low rise
Stopped at a party in the big, bad, old side
I see my homie Lil' Silent and the rest of the fools
OGs kicking back, crazy youngsters paying dues
Strolling in my blue, smoky skunk
Bags to my ride and *** the cuete out the trunk
* around in the hood one late night
Gunshots popped, it was a crazy old gang fight
My homie Bugsy Local came down from the south side
18 with a bullet in a fat ass low ride
And now we call it a day
Clicked up and we ain't taking no *
My finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
Coming to the back of the house at my window pane
AOT and the baldy's slow pangs
Coming to pick me up so they scoop me
Rolling in the unmarked car
Cuz it's a hootie, back in the day
See homies didn't give a *
Crime after crime, we weren't seeing no parts of time
Some motherfuckers better recognize
With my house shoes, t-shirts, and creased up Levi's
That we were ready to make another hit
With the Messe logos, damn, let's start some *
As we dip to the side
Bouncing on the east, now we headed to the motherfuckin' south side
So whatever it takes, huh
Hittin' switches and he's scrapin' up your fuckin' plates
Never trust a hoe, so * a bitch
My hands on the strap and my fingers got an itch
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
Police lines do not cross, it's a murder scene
My name is A.O.T. and all you bitches heard of me
Detectives knockin' at my door, yellin' homicide
They ain't found a weapon, still I gotta take a ride
But all that they can do is they can question me
I can see it in they eyes, they wanna Smith and Wesson me
But the DNA didn't match, I'm out of reach
Plus I was kickin' it with the police
T-Dub in Long Beach
One for the trouble, two for the time
Three for slow pain, cause he's my partner in crime, bitch
Late night on the creep and we did some
Dirt for the hood, now you dead like Nicole Simpson
So don't try to * around
Or your monkey ass will end up six feet in the ground
Just like the song when you 18 with the bullet
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it

My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
My finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it
My trigger finger's got an itch, bitch
Got my finger on the trigger, I think I'm gonna pull it


Got my finger on the trigger, the trigger
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