Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get peeled Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't

I'm about my issue babe Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da And you can tell by my name, yeah Whatever stands in my way, yeah Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around

I'll chip a nigga little bit of nothin' I'll chip a nigga then throw the blower in his lap It's not a place This country is to be a sound of drum and bass America, God bless you if it's good to you America please take my hand Can you help me underst- New

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

You done fucked up, you done fucked up Lame nigga better know his luck up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah Aye, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, who, hey Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, you, hey Pussy

Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in

(Godzilla is still alive!) Damn a lot of niggas done changed on me (Damn they done changed on me) Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me I don't know why niggas hate on me I gotta move differently, I got a case on me I got 'em hirin'