Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the

Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier Everywhere I see, a soldier like me (Guess who's back) I betcha that's how I got some things you ain't got That's called courage, and it don't come From no flick or bottle, it ain't scotch It's not bourbon, I don't

So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Guess who's back, guess who's back? Now this looks like a job for me I said, this looks like a job for me Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside,

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfuckers think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!