Straight bumping
Tell the homie roll up the weed
Finna′ crack another seal while he(?)
Used to be the plug still I probably got what you need
And if anybody trippin' pistol under the seat
Used to get our bands up selling shit (?)
Making just as much a day as you would make in a week
Only ballin′ with the G's cause the rest goin' squeak
I be sniffing hella case to make it harder to think
Why the fuck you tryna′ flex
Y′all ain't balling at all
Every-time you get a check you blow it all at the mall
Rappers say a lotta shit but now they back on the ball
You don′t want the beef bitch
All it take is a call
And he doing street shit but you won't keep it (?)
Probably be the pussy boy to go and snitch on his dogs
We not fucking with police
Never fuck with the hoes
All my brothers keep it solid never fuck with the law
Shorty shit be getting (?) in the city we live in
Lost some homies to the streets a couple locked up in prison
Heard you talk about the money but you don′t really get it
I been hustling since a youngin' OG gave me the vision
Put it down for my city
19 on phone got it tatted on my stomach 17 years old
I been on a money mission getting my city known
Shout out to the big homie OG C Loccs
Just bangin′ and slangin'
What's the word on the street?
Here in southern California where you gotta′ pack heat
It′s the west on my chest where we do it the best
Come to south San Diego put your nuts to your chest
But who knew that you foo's from the land of the lost
Would take this shit to a level where we ran from the law
Riding through my city just enjoying the breeze
When I pull up in the Lex like a 100 degrees
OG′s taught me well straight (?)
Being down and crazy taking hits of the bong
Standing tall on my Nikes
Staying away from you uglies
My mind's all cloudy from the (?)
No bail from hell so free my cuz in the pin
Affiliated, designated from the tatts on my skin
My bullets don′t grace they tip they hit
Two Nines, AK's, extended clips
From ghetto turf wars
To the powder that sells
Since A youngin′ I was known to cause some hell
Man I used to believe when a bitch told me she loved me
Instead of wasting time with that bitch I could've been making money
But see my player situation kept my pimping head strong
And since a youngster I was known to never trust on a hoe
No time for no weakness
I always land on my feet
And this one goes out to the homies on the 31st Street
Motherfuckers
