let's make it big pharell
wake up in the morning
oh shit!
had to cock the 9
niggas tryin' to steal my pits
went out the back door
see them niggas hit the fence
i'm telling you
life in compton is a bitch
let off a couple shots
god damn
i missed
say fuck it anyway
and let off the whole clip
i'm not to be fucked with
when i'm off liquor
old english in my system
'bout to kill me a nigga
see
i remember back in the days
loadin' my ak
ridin' 'round in my impala with my lungs full of haze
that's when i didn't give a fuck
now i got my son
shoot a nigga
he die
public enemy number one
but
this ain't no action flick
no johnny depp shit
when the tec spit hollow tips in your lexus
so. don't fuck with a compton nigga when he packin' the gat
yeah
nigga
i stay strapped
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
is it the shades? is it the j's?
is it the bentley with the full color ways?
or the old-school sittin' on blades
what could be?
it's 2-o'-clock in the afternoon
i'm 'bout to roll a swisher
'cause that's what real niggas do when they at home
watchin' espn on the 70-inch flat screen
k-gs and wade jerseys
blowin' chronic
that green
gave up the hoop dreams
bubble with the crack dreams
turn hood zombies into a olympic track team
'till i got shot
and infiltrated the rap scene
had to clean my life up
doc gave me the vaccine
don't get it twisted
i still click-clack things
red beam attached to each and every strap
that i keep locked up in my basement
if i shoot a nigga
will the lord forgive jayceon?
i don't know
still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases
fuck pacino
'cause we know niggas with scarfaces
and we go back
like d-boys and small faces
and we crashin' new ferraris while ya'll hatin'
pharrell i think it's
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
is it the shades? is it the j's?
is it the bentley with the full color ways?
or the old-school sittin' on blades
what could be?
you know the answer
fool
niggas cain't fuck with me
real spit
i guess i am a motherfucking legend
will smith
all i'm missin' is a bitch like jada
bonnie & clyde shit
hit the fence like later
sayonara
arrivederci
black rose phantom
interior hearse shit
and i got some kisses from a couple brooklyn bitches
them hoes'll never testify
peace to common
but game keep it hood like weaves and top ramen
never stop coming for the top
if the bass a flesh wound and pharrell a head shot
motherfucker
and when he take aim
bullets enter your frame
my bars simi-lar
to a dragon swalloin' flames
cain't walk through the club and take a piss
without these new school rap niggas on my dick
while you fuck around with your jewelry and all your whips
i pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit
now you know
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
somethin' hot in here
nigga
it must be me!
is it the shades? is it the j's?
is it the bentley with the full color ways?
or the old-school sittin' on blades
what could be?
you know the answer
fool
do ya thing
shawty
do ya thing
shawty
do ya thing
shawty
e'rybody lookin' now
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shawty
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shawty
do ya thing
shawty
e'rybody lookin' now
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