[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")
and when we want, we can take like the takers take.
("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.
("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it."
Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birds
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'
In the winter rock Timberland boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, it's bad nerves
Mister, a step above like street curbs
M-R D-O-T, somethin' nasty
Price it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top glassy
You don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap me
Uh, respect is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, spray your Accord
I leave you face down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in your front left door
then I spent off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce
You ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all raw
like them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!
[T-Mix]
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
[Boobonic]
Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough
'Yo
