dickies creased up and they saggin'
niggas running at the lip again
got me feelin' i'ma trip again
and you thought i wasn't listenin'
got me walkin' like a crip again
gotta hit you with the re-up
i'm married to the streets
ayy lil' nigga roll the weed up
long beach on my right side
i got watts in this bitch
it be dogs from the 'jects still screaming out west side
long beach on my right side
i got watts in this bitch
tiny loccs from the third and they screaming out east side
bitch niggas still bang on 'em
and if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
we gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
bitch niggas still bang on 'em
and if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
we gon' have to put them thangs on 'em
still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em
but then again i ain't brainless
i'll have my little loccs hit you with the stainless
still say fuck 'em cause ain't no love for 'em
but i ain't tryna make ya famous
i'll have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless
and steppin' through the smog
and you know i'm high as shit
and steppin' through the smog
and you know i'm high as shit
it's still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip
it's still 187 if you bitch niggas need that
it's enough of that to go around
real g's make the hood go 'round
keep the planet spinnin' on it's axis
how is he so hood? how can you ask this?
i guess you can say i put in practice
and even if i'm blown on my own
with the chrome to your dome
make you stretch like elastic
i need my real g's to the left
bitch niggas staying to the right
i need my tool front and center
hard on these scores from the summer to the winter
bitches still on my balls
it's the number one nigga from the hood doggy dogg
still pull up on a nigga when i need to be heard
i'm a killer and a stealer
but i ain't from pittsburgh
i get your whole clique served
a b chalked out on the curb
with your momma and your people sayin' supercrip did it"