the old-school I guess you could call it soul food Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to Don't be mad at what the record store sold you If
Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!" [x2] Pass me.. pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin over on my motherfuckin back [x4] [
notch I met the other day Groom yourself, I'm on my way over In my brother's cocaine white Nova Shift kit, high rise intake, man, a 4-3-50 motor Now you
Mail out the ass better ask somebody I'm blazin Hot like fire nigga , you don't wanna try this nigga! Picture me rollin like 4 rims and 4 tires nigga
Fuck goin' back to jail Bitch I'm back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo' kill [Chorus] Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all
(feat. Big Skye) [Verse One: C-Bo] I was born in hell without a pistol Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4-5? Runnin from the
Made this hog get the brew Made me hit the weed Eatin' at the ho house Moms know a nigga kill Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door Tellin
got some heat 4 yo azz [CHORUS x2] Some heat 4 yo azz Some heat 4 yo azz Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz Some heat 4 yo azz Some heat
and c-lo's duckin the repo For fuckin them lady c-o's Rhymes blind devine (evol??) Smoked out in the cadillac regal With a mommy on my beecho Theres eight million stories
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin Channel one two, I'm smashin the law Channel three, I make a run to the store Channel four leave the store with
Kane, Abel) [C-Murder] Wha? Ghetto boy Just a lil' Ghetto Boy Chorus A lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil' Just a lil' ghetto boy x4 A million
and I listen almost everyday I'm talkin' bout that laid back track for my extra pay huh I caught that fever from that bug, that 4-1-5 bug Chillin' as
up and I listen almost everyday I'm talkin' bout that laid back track for my extra pay huh I caught that fever from that bug, that 4-1-5 bug Chillin'
I'm thugged out,my pants saggin and Ay-I gotta stay fly,Ay-I gotta go,gotta make pies been makin rhymes since I was waist high Ay-I gotta,go gotta break
serious, got every set fearing us Even the best lyricists are scared to guest appear with us Scar you bitches and give you a barber finish In a Sharper Image in that store
seeds all across the globe People comin' from coast to coast For the show cause they wanna know what's goin' on in California [Verse 4: E-40] Talk to
to her husband Joe Nigga died a year ago And every day's the 4th of July with the sparks in the sky Aimin at the Gods as we get high, what's your pleasure
[Intro 4x] Lalalala-lala-lalala [B-Real] I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic