Yo, yo, yo
Keep it gangsta
Fo' real my niggaz
Yo, yo, yo
Me and my homies were chillin' on da street
Shootin' and killin' e'ry wanderin' nigga we see
We was smokin' blunts on da East side, playa
Just trippin' and pimpin' we'z rides cuz dats how we do
Gettin' booty is numba one priority
Numba two priority is keepin' in style
We gots new threads and spinnin' rims
We bump on dem 40s rollin' tru da hood
If we don't, we ain't cool
But a niggaz got to keep up wif da "in" crowd
If we don't we isn't shit
Gotsta bling bling or we aint getting pussing
Yeah, we make up words just to rhyme, nigga
We's not talented, shit we don't even play instruments
We only rhyme words which don't even rhyme half da time
But I did just then, howdya like dat?
We puts dems words to a fake computa beat and then we let the cash roooollllllll in
Hell yeah nigga, it's dat easy
Dat's how you get da money, hoes, cars, and cloze
As long as you is black, got da rhymes, and a computa
You can be rich and famous
Fake white girls will wish they was black just like you
Too bad they gots no life
All they do is rely on popularity, looks, or money
Cuz we know they ain't smart or talented or even likable
Just like us, but theys are da ones keepin' us rich, stupid bitches
Yo, yo, yo
Hell yeah nigga, dat's da gangsta battle cry
C-Murder style
