love how it feels

let's go

i come through bitch

with my muthafuckin' niggs

and i couldn't give a fuck

by how you hoes feel

dip through with the steel

all in a bitch's face

put my sticker on her ass

tell her let a nigga pass

at the summer jam

with my backstage pass

bought 'em from the base

so we thuggin' on the grass

watchin' time pass

cuz i'm waitin' on the real shit

performin' at the after party

sold when you see a mix

scream real loud bitch

like your real proud

a g got tossed in the crowd

then i got lost in the cloud

in the benz

with my nigga twin

honkin' at her and her friends

watchin' her

watch the rims

i bet they wanna hop in

even though they on dubs

too love what a thug do

i know you got your bread right

let's see if your head right

in the traffic in the middle of the night

do you love what you feel

in love with you

real gangsta

yo

uh

yo

real gangstas everywhere

smokin' rope in the alley

just don't care

swangin' eights in the alley

the hus long here

all the hoes on my dick

i got to be there

but i'd rather hang out

and hustle all year

cuz the paper don't stop

the block is on pop

it's the dope game

cocaine

locced out to the brain

give shit 'bout a bitch

silly with the chop man

i'd rather hang

wit my niggas on the drug spot

don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop

1 double o duece 3

niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep

movin' on fourth street

yeah ho

check out my shit

i couldn't give a shit about

a shitty haired bitch

tossed up

purssed slut

tryin' to get rich

slide my shit down a and burned

gone on a bitch

gettin' dope-fiend dumb

nigga gone off this shit

and i don't pop pills

i pop niggas with the clip

you faggot ass nigga

what are you smokin'?

i know to dip hard

to the knock i'm yokin'

like what

all my murder dub niggs in oakland

and my hunter's point hustlas

keep the chapper smokin'

gave a kid up out my low-life

gangsta

hustlas

all you child ass turkey

i don't fuck wit suckas

havin' fun like it's '81

the hoes love the way

my perm hang in the sun

i'm outtie 5 g

what up bitch

yeah that's me

you a model from l.a. but you couldn't believe

all the shit that you seen

when you came to my house

thought it was a hard cock

till you seen it float out

rob sittin' on the leather couch

lookin' like bob

smokin' more than a ounce

close the door

took a trip upstairs

got sucked on the floor

then i called her a whore

and i spend way more

than your pops can afford

so get the fuck out for real

you punk bitch

and i ain't nothin' like

any of the niggas you fuck wit

just ask boo james

that's my dj

he'll tell ya

ain't nothin' worse than a failure

so get your shit together

punk niggas tryin' to send 'em

and see what's in 'em

and every love that i drop

on a chick is venom

i got bitches that suck way more

than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank

that's so real

i better paint a picture in your brain

you must be lame if you can't