Hey bitch,
so what's up for tonight?
Well, I called up for Capone
and he's gonna come down. Nuh -uh.
Yup, and when he gets here,
you better go to the room.
What? Who is it?
Mr. Capone,
I'm here to give you a little
fucking visit.
Don't get it twisted.
I'm a rider from the south.
A dirty mild dodgeman.
I just twined with your lady spouse.
In your house.
You make your fucked faces
while my fine fingers in your pouch.
Drink this rum. Drink it.
While you're calling me honey.
Playin' you for a dummy
while I'm jackin' all your money
It's funny how stupid bitches
get jacked up for this shit
Letting vault holes in the paint,
but I ain't game like a pimp
Will I ever quit?
Fuck the shit,
I keep gettin' the money
Bitchin' riches while you
bullshittin'
Thinkin' I'm a sith,
fuck you on my outlaw
Wait to break your jaw
and leave your body in chalk
Walk out the cemetery,
havin' fear in my name
And the things I claim, no,
mine's true to the game
On my south side,
riders keep truthin' again
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
Fuck the fame, real outlaws stay the same
All my south side riders
keep true to their game
All my west side riders
keep true to their game
All my east side riders
keep true to their game
And when you see a fucker lame,
put a baller in his brain
It's a shame
Our foes claim strikes
but never end their life
Ever gang bang, not to say no names
But be true to their game
All this will let you know,
Mr. Capone's been the same
Before I came, I still was known
Rumors about Mr. Capote
since I was 13 years old
He's this, he's that,
he's fuckin' wack
While all these haters
tuggin' behind my back,
I'm collectin' the snaps
Fuck a rat and a snitch
and a lover and a buster
Motherfucker keepin' it real
for them hustlers
Youngsters,
go ahead and throw them signs
And let's ride, daddy die,
fuck the white times
No sunshine, it is California State
We're earthquake renegades
and fools that take
Make no mistake,
cause we're livin' insane
All my real riders feel me change,
shoot it again
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
Fuck the fame, real outlaw, stay the same
All my Southside riders keep tunin' again
All my Westside riders keep tunin' again
All my Eastside riders keep tunin' again
And when you see a fuckin' lame,
put a baller in his brain
Never will I change
And change my life for you,
what you think, homie?
I'm snortin' cocaine
Showin' no remorse
The source of the courses
remains distorted like a
mothafuckin' sport
Sitting on lifts
With bumper kit, hydraulics,
rips, and gasses I like
To trip, trip, trip
Tipping in my ride
Bounces out of sight,
keepin' a real sucker
freein' for the ride
Are you being hated?
I guess that fool is waving,
thinking when they're weak
and they ain't nothing,
nothing I said, life is full of rats
So homies, watch your back
and keep it matter,
don't trust no man
What about them hoes?
I thought you know how it goes,
same time, same flow, same show
Skrpon you did it again
I don't let no one get you down homie
And keep it true to the game yeah
On my south side riders
keep true to the
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
Fuck the fame real outlaw stay the same
On my south side riders
keep true to the game
On my west side riders
keep true to the game
On my east side riders
keep true to the game
And when you see a fucker
late
put a father in his brain
On my south side riders keep
On my west side, riders keep truthin' again
On my east side,
riders keep truthin' again
Fuck the fat real outlaw, stay the same
On my south side,
riders keep truthin' again
On my west side, keep truthin' again
On my east side, keep truthin' again
And when you see a fuckin' lay foot,
I'm all out in his brain
Bye for now.
Mr. Capone-e 
