I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

I'm going to get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? (Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?) I got something for his ass. (Calm Down) No you Calm Down! (Man, what's you're problem?) Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?

Now you can do this on your own But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone So get on the floor and grab somebody! Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party! So let's have us a little bash And if anyone asks If there ain't no one but us trash You dunno,

Who want to get involved with us? Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it Break

But I didn't go yet This shit is crazy It's one of those things man You gotta experience to know what I'm talkin' about It's where the goin' get rough

All I wanna do is get high by the beach All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye bye The truth is I never bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get

(I'll kill me a muthafucka) Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground Ain't no way you can stop it on that hot shit, we can get it popping I told you, don't fuck with me,

Sing it to me 'til the morning sun comes up Love the sound of your love, turn it up, turn it up Hitting repeat, girl, I got you stuck in my head Should get out of this bed, but instead Go ahead, sing it to me Sing it to me, girl (all night) Sing it to

I'm ready for that hit between the eyes Someone get me out of here alive Can't you see I'm much too young to die Just when you've had enough It's really getting tough Late at night when you're all alone Take a ride to the danger zone If someone wants to

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'