I just met this punk rock girl All alone, sick of the world Not into the American dream Doesn't believe in the land of the free One day she ran away
shower, hit the West down to press Pass a girl I can tell I must confess, I must manifest I learned about the constitution, I learned about all this stuff I
and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats When I'm twistin' my dub, can'
I wish you'd give me what I'm looking for I hit the light switch, then hit the front door I say farewell to the western front I?m having? second thoughts
run and get this money, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride
a a real bitch so I need her on my team My team, my team, yeah I need her on my team I think I seen shawty on the front of a magazine Or I may be trippin
(feat. D. Cole) Uh Ooh! [Chorus:] I got my flag on so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn
sighted i'm divided into two parts i got two hearts two heads i'm a head ahead one of the better bred know you're thinkin I'm gonna be I got the remedy
club ain't packed I'ma stomp the promoter If niggaz talk shit I'ma bang the competitor Words ain't accurate I'ma strangle the editor Then I blow up the
DJ Therapy My man holdin' it down on the west coast DJ Revolution Big up to the BK representing the Beatminerz And last but not least my man D-Tension Oh oh and I
When Kapone, grab the microphone you know I'm rockin it If I was, sippin on some syrup then I'd be choppin it I'm the one, with the combination so I'm
a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than
place to visit but I ain't stayin Don't stop like brakes to the metal I brush my teeth with Amaretto (say what?) I got that Operation PUSH, move from in front of me I
Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don All my yapes I would pay for a mix tape I'd trade DJ Mark
got a death wish I'm the Fresh Prince of tech clips You gotta respect it The west died I came in Resurrected the west side like Game did You ain't shit
