Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up) DTF, I'm down to fuck Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no) Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah) Talkin' 'bout early in the morning We

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

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

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink Bring your body baby I could bring you fame And that's my motherfucking words too Listen ma I'll give you all I got Listen

But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off