I'm a groovy type, rather two-step wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
Tryna squeeze on Cali, throw them thangs with ya
Hottie freeze, Annie freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Hottie freeze, Annie freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-draggin', do my gang-bang wit' ya
Groovy, jumped up off the feds
Pulled up by my third leg, clean the filth
No L's, no whips, backyard full of crips
Barbecues are county blues, it's who it takes to be the *
It ain't much up on my list, shoot the killer hittin' licks
Get EVT up out the ****, gang-bangin' **** the clique
Left lookin' for a squad, see my grippin' done
Spread around the world, but it's top below its bottom
It's the Reaper, Reaper, Reaper
Lookin' like the Reaper in your driveway
Strange, who you livin' with?
Live on the drive-by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum that grips the blood, snow
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum, CZ
I'm a groovy type, rather two-step wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
Things wit' ya, I can freeze, and he freeze
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
My gang-bang wit' ya, bang
Don't make me put a lean to it
**** a split chance to a **** bad lean
Did he crack me?
Stop a dream and it slaps, beam down
Little boy now, dream, little boy, dream
Cocoa in the pot, almond in my body
ASAP rockin', boy that I can get it
Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie, can't get out the fridge yet
Lookin' at the times, ain't been winnin' for a minute
See my neck, go defend it with some props
Seemin' so it's long gone, but I got him
He was there before I shot him, it's a reaper, reaper
Reaper in the driveway, boys gon' get livin'
Live on the drive-by, summer day
July 4th will be in June
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum that grips the blood, snow
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum, CZ
I'm a groovy type, rather two-step wit' ya
Fan-saggin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
The sweetest dog howlin', throw them thang-thangs wit' ya
Chillin' coo-coo wit' ya
Chillin' coo-coo wit' ya
Chillin' coo-coo wit' ya
Chillin' coo-coo wit' ya
My gang-bang wit' ya
Tell me more about it in the gutter
When it started with the crippin'
Brewin' cappin', so what happened?
Tell me more about it in the gutter
When it started with the crippin'
Then the blood's a catagratch
I'm just an eastside
When your mother says, show you what it be like
Light em' up, light em' up, like a streetlight
Follow me, I can show you what the streets like
I'm the boss of a swing, guns blow like gusty winds
Spinner bend, push his wig back when I revolve his beams
Ho-tag him, floss flaggin' like it's all good
Tellin' T off like Tiger Woods
Where you from? We never heard of ya
Walkin' with the murderers, that'll murder ya
Steal you like a burglar, whoo
My soul was long gone before I got him
He was dead before I shot him
Mr. Reaper, Reaper, Reaper
Ain't no worries, darling
Cause I'm foreign to Spain
Said you pay me to bed, darling
And I'll show you this world, baby
Ain't no bruises like, darling