Yeah, what's up to them motherfuckin' gangsters
Out in the gangsta land
Some wicked-ass funk from that hip-hop-to-pop productions
Nothin' but that OG fuckin' funk
Some sick-ass * from that baby OG slow pain
Made a phone call and clicked up with my, my homeboy
That funky little V, we in this motherfucker
And if you didn't know the city, like I do, I did it
Bitch, bring all that gangsta *
It's the sly, the slick, the wicked-ass funk
Eighteens rompin' in your trunk
Players in the gang, let's go back in time
Keep your hoes on check, cause there ain't no sunshine
When your bitch is fuckin' around with another homeboy
And you in the jail cell with all the boys doin' hard time, hard time
Seven years in the pen for a strong-arm crime
Back on the streets, I'm back on the streets

Ninety-three, what the *?
Use a new daddy, a baby little boy named after you
Use a motherfuckin' fool if the bitch plays you
Where's your baby? Remember to visit last year
But all you got last year was another tattoo tip
Now you ridin' solo in your neighborhood
Thinkin' to yourself that your girl is no good
Trust no man and I trust no hoe
And this is the kind of girl we call a sideshow
And in my city, we ain't fuckin' with no hoes
We're no punks
And some wicked ass
Now as I'm rollin' through my neighborhood, groovin' the funk
I got your fools on the nudge from the bump in the trunk
And you girls is on the line, always tryin' to see
A young fool makin' bills like a real OG
Now as I'm rollin' through my neighborhood, groovin' the funk
I got your fools on the nudge from the bump in the trunk
And you girls is on the line, always tryin' to see
A young fool makin' bills like a real OG
It's a Timber, rollin' in my 83 Regal
Sittin' on the plains, Little Savage was the name
Growin' up where all my family was runnin' in the gang
It was an everyday thing, to gangsta boogie bang
Hangin' with my dogs, my tights
Strollin' 20 deep roads, me boulevard nights
Find baby freaks in the mobile parking lots
Many trucks was in the house, in the city cops
Roamin' the school halls of El Rancho and Pico Rivera
Changed my name to the P.M. Slows
Now I'm slow pain, the funky funky bomb
Marvin Gaye was goin' nam-nam, let's get it on
I got love for the homies, Creeper Wolf and Little Priest
My homies is my family, rest in peace
And in my city we ain't fuckin' with no punks
This some wicked ass
Now as I'm rollin' through my neighborhood, groovin' the funk
I got you fools on the nuts from the bump of the trunk
And you girls is on the line, always tryin' to see
A young fool makin' bills like a real OG
Now as I'm rollin' through my neighborhood, groovin' the funk
I got you fools on the nuts from the bump of the trunk
And you girls is on the line, always tryin' to see
A young fool makin' bills like a real OG
We got nothin' but funk for that trunk
We got nothin' but funk for that trunk
We got nothin' but funk for that trunk
Front and back, side to side with the wicked ass funk
Some more wicked ass funk
Like when you ridin' in a G-Ride
All smoked out so you high
You and your dogs on a mission
Wishin' to get a job, wishin' to get a job
Catch a punk slippin', saw you pop the clip
And then pull down the beanie real low
And creep up the block real slow
Gang bangin' like a one, two, and three
Open your mouth for my homie Lil' K
Headin' down passin', just cross lossin'
Tossin' up a 22, what I do?
Well, I kick it through
Used to have a nine-to-five, but * didn't pay
Now I gotta find a way to kick it all day
And lay back in the ride with the gauge
Pourin' down the groove while I make a fair wage
That parkside fool smokin' junk
Slappin' in the clip for the wicked ass funk
Yeah, that wicked ass funk
You know what I'm talkin' about, fool
Somethin' for them gangster fools in that gangster lab
Them pimp players and hoes
Everybody who keep that show jumpin' out on the streets
They keep them funky bleeps comin'
Them baby OGs, them funky hoods
Everybody who makes the world move
Got that wicked ass funk poppin' off
Even to them pigs, them black and white pigs
Who always tryin' to catch us slippin' in the dark
Before I started this *, I jumped it all off
I made it known for our kind
Ain't got no tech nine
Just a little 380 snub notes
For you fools who wanna trip
Bring that * on down
Bring it on down
They break it all down
Whatever's clever, whatever keeps poppin'
While them fools keep droppin'
And all you fools out there talkin' *
I'll catch you on the rebound, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch