[Jacka]
Let`s go
I come through bitch
With my muthafuckin` niggs
And I couldn`t give a fuck
By how you hoes feel
Dip through with the steel
All in a bitch`s face
Put my sticker on her ass
Tell her let a nigga pass
At the summer jam
With my backstage pass
Bought `em from the base
So we thuggin` on the grass
Watchin` time pass
Cuz I`m waitin` on the real shit
Performin` at the after party
Sold when you see a mix
Scream real loud bitch
Like your real proud
A G got tossed in the crowd
Then I got lost in the cloud
In the Benz
With my nigga Twin
Honkin` at her and her friends
Watchin` her, watch the rims
I bet they wanna hop in
Even though they on dubs
Too love what a thug do
I know you got your bread right
Let`s see if your head right
In the traffic in the middle of the night
[Chorus] x 4
Do you love what you feel
In love with you
[Husalah]
Real gangsta
Yo, uh, yo
Real gangstas everywhere
Smokin` rope in the alley
Just don`t care
Swangin` eights in the alley
The Hus long here
All the hoes on my dick
I got to be there
But I`d rather hang out
And hustle all year
Cuz the paper don`t stop
The block is on pop
It`s the dope game, cocaine
Locced out to the brain
Give shit `bout a bitch
Silly with the chop man
I`d rather hang
Wit my niggas on the drug spot
Don`t talk on a snitch when his gun pop
1 double O duece 3
Niggas gettin` packed in a row `fo deep
Movin` on Fourth Street
Yeah ho, check out my shit
I couldn`t give a shit about
A shitty haired bitch
Tossed up, purssed slut
Tryin` to get rich
Slide my shit down a [?] and burned
Gone on a bitch
Gettin` dope-fiend dumb
Nigga gone off this shit
And I don`t pop pills
I pop niggas with the clip
You faggot ass nigga
What are you smokin`?
I know to dip hard
To the knock I`m yokin`
Like what
All my murder dub niggs in Oakland
And my Hunter`s Point hustlas
Keep the chapper smokin`
Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas
All you child ass turkey
I don`t fuck wit suckas
Havin` fun like it`s `81
The hoes love the way
My perm hang in the sun
I`m outtie 5 G
[Chorus] x 4
[Jacka]
What up bitch, yeah that`s me
You a model from L.A.
But you couldn`t believe
All the shit that you seen
When you came to my house
Thought it was a hard cock
Till you seen it float out
Rob sittin` on the leather couch
Lookin` like Bob
Smokin` more than a ounce
Close the door
Took a trip upstairs
Got sucked on the floor
Then I called her a whore
And I spend way more
Than your pops can afford
So get the fuck out for real
You punk bitch
And I ain`t nothin` like
Any of the niggas you fuck wit
Just ask Boo James
That`s my DJ, he`ll tell ya
Ain`t nothin` worse than a failure
So get your shit together
Punk niggas tryin` to send `em
And see what`s in `em
And every love that I drop
On a chick is venom
I got bitches that suck way more
Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank
That`s so real
I better paint a picture in your brain
You must be lame if you can`t [echoes out]
[Chorus] x 4
