Now as I light this shit,
back and have a cool time
Crack open yo 40 ounce
while I'm kickin a rhyme
Sticky skunk butt spark
producing clouds of smoke
while I float get bent yeah
Now the party starts,
I'm YG'd out, my blue cons, my black cats
Hoes jockin' dock,
my niggas dick with straps
It's all good,
niggas blasted on your hood
Don't trip,
cause if we gonna kick up dust,
then we gonna start shit
But see, we out to kick
back and catch hoes
Nig gas don't understand
That's why I brought my down
-ass nigga Rose
Somethin' bout a nigga, Mr. D .O .C.
Low to the brain is the crew,
you can't fuck with J -Pick
I'm talkin' about a nigga
Baby Rich, Baby Rich
Yeah, I'm talkin' about a nigga
B -Flat, Gangsta Dance
I'm talkin' about a nigga
Brother Lynch,
Triple Six C .O .S. and Gangz
Niggas love to storm
Shit in front out on they self
Actin' love for a bitch
Kick back, little nigga
Watch a real gangster
Spit the rhyme to keep my
hoes
And your bitches in line
Get a bank, kick the phone
Now your bitch turned to mine
It ain't nothin' but a block thing, nigga
They get a trick like yo' hoe
On the nuts of my whole gang
Now back to six niggas hittin' the dank
Six niggas coppin' like a motherfucker
Six niggas took it to the brink
Took my phone to the face
Got my mood set to chill
with the Lotus crew
While bitches peep out the real deal
It's the real deal when
I'm on the mic
It's the real deal
It's I'm on the mic
It's the real deal
It's when I'm on the mic
It's the real deal when I'm on the mic
Yeah, niggas, come on
See a G, peep a nigga from the S .A .C
Brought up loads from the block
on the south of the city
L -O -C
To the brain cells with same oddest brew
A joint to the face
with my niggas, yeah, my crew
Drinkin' O -A -Y -G -G,
I kick yo shit so I can get toe up
And fuck me a bitch
or start some shit after I kick it
If the night's too slow, fuck that,
I get the set trippin'
Throw up, nigga,
you gon' get one of yo' locs shot
I been got two niggas shot,
showin' love for the flock
I get to easin' down,
deeper in my bottle of brew
Hittin' the dank, calm it down
Now I'm cool, it's back to the rhyme
To keep this muthafucka poppin'
The stuck up bitches down
Suddenly they jockin' me
worse than the bitches
When I first came in, I think
Where's all the muthafuckin'
M tracks again?
Three hoes at least, all hoes the most
Guaranteed on a regular night
And all for one, for many
It's just too many hoes to fuck
A lot of pussies go untouched, but now
A lot of pussies get stuck, damn
I wish my ass knew
how to stay this drunk
Cause if I could,
I'd be nice as a mothafuck
And every nigga in the house
know how I feel
Drunk, hittin' skunk, fuck that love
Kickin' it to the real deal
It's the real deal when I show my mind
It's the real deal
It's the real deal when
I show my mind
It's the real deal
It's I show my mind
It's the real deal
Block style on that ass I'm the man
Now pour another glass of gin
And mix that juice if you want,
you don't
Front like the hard -ass drinker
if you really not
Loc, it's cool to kick back and
have a good time
But niggas stay low -pro
or you'll be drinker than not
I'm to the back with a ho -check
to get my fuck zone
On the way back, I tip the deuce,
deuce for the dough
Rolled up a joint in the room
and locked the door
Fuck the bitch, hit the joint,
let her fall to sleep
And commence to break the hoe
Yeah, block style on that ass
This whip, you know,
breakin' niggas is cool
But can you break hoes?
Twenty bucks a go, watch a
pager in a ring
Something bullshit,
jump and spit the money on some whip
And that's because I really give a
fuck about a bitch
Or how a bitch might feel
after I'm done with the clip
See, that's real gangsta shit for yo' ass,
ya feel?
Tip yo' drink,
hit the dank to the real deal
It's the real deal when I choke the mic
It's the real deal, nigga, bros
You gotta let that shit down,
box it out, you know.
Yeah, I can't feel you
if it's no other way,
you know. I feel you.
My nigga Big Dan here.
Yo, let's live, motherfucker.
Fuck it. Right.
Close to the brain. Right.
It's all good.