it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four
with the d's spinnin i can bag a ho
top down so my rag can show
purple or orange haze it's just a bag of 'dro
hit snatch with my khakis on
in mark jacobs denim and don magli's on
i'm a gangsta and the birds they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like kirby puckett
you can't buy a ferrari fuck it
the bricks come with louis vuitton luggage
he order rock and cover it
ain't nobody fumblin on my block
we in the field like biggs or marshall faulk
nothin less than a hundred a pop
shoot you and take your vest and your glock
what'chu know about stackin g's; you got to come fuck wit me
puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me
my team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit me
what'chu know about stackin g's; you gots to come fuck wit me
i'm in the streets like the place is mine
i push paper to increase my shine
jumpin out the wagon like tyco
and get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'
camouflage under my vest b
keep your eye on your cash flow
cause rule #2 will get rid of your best so
then you put on your mask
it's like when cal-berkeley whooped on that georgetown
we had a riot in the streets fin' to blow now fo'sho' now
buildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag
from the city of project buildings and them mossberg k's
man it's get low so best to toast
yeah they tried stoppin ya dude
a shot callin if i fall then my thoughts gon' flock
underboss with game and doc figgaro
clear {?} and i'm the in-di-vi-dual
watch our bread and our team skyrocket
visualize i can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it