Can you imagine? Before we go Picture years, with your mom Hang her picture in the sky Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life Yo Doc what up my nigga Snoop Dogg, it is what it is This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta man And I think it's time

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid And even with all your bars you couldn't

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do you want it? How does it feel? How do you want it? How do you feel? Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm bout to

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

These are things I gotta say to you For as long you want, baby that's okay with me There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up They'll probably only let me fuck 'cause I'm next up Got me feeling like the nigga now, yessir Running

YMCMB, Ross niggas doing it School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church I’ll

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up (hold up) I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up