hate in yo eyes

you can hear it bumpin through the door

it's a party jumpin on the floor

and from the way it sound it ain't no doubt

that the west coast is in yo' mouth

yea

yea

it's all gravy

petty cash never fades me

so po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me

i'm a hustler

gettin cash like crazy

hard grindin pays me

work ethic is never lazy

block hugger

the hood raised me

and she

won't be happy 'til she lays me

no

you never seem to amaze me

so the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me

my name sparkin like a street king

cause i mixed

the hoo-bang thing with the bling bling"