I say you, you, can't fuck with gang, gang Pull up and bang, bang, psycho like Santan I say you, you, can't fuck with gang, gang Pull up and bang, bang, psycho like Santan Aye, what's poppin', bust out nigga, I'm frostin' You know it's lit, she suck my dick, said the same old shit Like, you know I don't do this often, said the same thing to my brethren Well, I'm a virgin too, since everybody's pretendin' Girl, you're pretty good for somebody that don't do this a lot I feel bad that nigga wife but never knew she's a fuck Well, nigga, hold this L, yeah, oh You think you're a gangsta, we got smoke as well Smokey, I'm with the madmen only I'm with Broski, he's team Baloo like Mowgli Come along, wait for the flats then When Bounce and Kona the Mack then We did a rap then, Mack just bites and whaps then Had bad ways, didn't map then Sammy was bangin', Conan was shackin' Niggas were lackin', niggas are lucky he's rappin' Niggas on bus and a cannon, P was a fuckin' assassin In the flats with my D.O.G. Selling white and B.O.B. When it's on, man, P.O.P. On G.O.D. Gettin' richer now, chicks look like a D.O.B. I'm on T.O.P., I want that, it gets C.O.P. She get cocky and G.O.B., my young G got the D.O.T. So them niggas got G.O.T., full S.T.O.P. Kalas, finish, over, you niggas, Cobra Revenge is sweet, here's one for the culture We got smoke as well Smoking barrels, Keelan and Kel In the tea house with these cells Got me putting budge on these scales I be praying for a brighter day When I can wake up and put the phone away But until then, I'm on the motorway Tryna get rid of these O's I flip The trenches is where I've been in The situations that I've hidden All the battles that I've been in All for the cash, it got me sinning Got me rappin', rappin' the cleaners Been on the corner like Nisa Been doing laps, I need a reverb I'm a cold night, it's low heat up Now summer days, we got the beat up Got the cart, me and Tanisha Waited all the matinee up I cross country lines with no visa And my dreams look like a wrestler If it's pasta, then it's pasta No rolling with a slapper I'm a rapper and a trapper You put the border on my pot Yeah, I'm the land that smoke a shatter Yeah, send me out boys with a tracker Yeah, yeah, this one's for the jewelers and trappers taking risks Yeah, gotta watch how you move on the block, little nigga, don't slip Yeah, my little brothers, they just wanna hit early Yeah, that's the way it unfolds when you're in the biz, yeah, yeah Oh, rockstar on the stones When I pebble down the bones With the gang on my own Putting Brandy in a bowl One eleven with the trigger balls Like Tupac, I had to hit him up I say you, you, can't fuck with gang, gang Pull up and bang, bang, psycho like Santan I say you, you, can't fuck with gang, gang Pull up and bang, bang, psycho like Santan Aye, what's poppin'? Bust down, nigga, I'm frostin' You know it's lit, she suck my dick, said the same old shit Like, you know I don't do this often Said the same thing to my brethren Well, I'm a virgin too, since everybody's pretendin' Girl, you're pretty good for somebody that don't do this a lot I feel bad that nigga wife, but never knew she's a thot Well, nigga, hold this L Yeah Oh, you think you're a gangsta? We got smoke as well