'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick Talkin' that
old Six-fo Chevys, big fat go Out throw the West with the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn
dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit (Chorus: Ice-T) It's either them or us, niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
'em the real And every night caps get peeled And every night a ho gets smacked A fool gets jacked, now, whose fuckin' fault was that? The home invaders Yo, yo, yo All that
and a right fist They can get a smack for that Yeah, yeah On and on, to the funk track Back glass shakin' like shit, that's where the trunk's at That's 'cause my shit's made for, niggas that
each and every record store I'm the king pin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it,just throw that stuff away
and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack
that night that I quit The night that I ended all this hustlin' playin' shit It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired Would be the same night that
I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word 'nigga' They say you a black man Yo, I tell em I'm a nigga they don't understand that So I'ma
ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the
Smack a bitch and you think I'm frontin' Playa you're trippin' (Chorus 2x) (Begetz) What? Gucci? What? Trick what? Lace who? I ain't amazed, boo 5 years a nigga that
, that's family all around me Im in my living room and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me. Welcome to the life The life that
Tell him this is nothing new Take it out the box If he wanna see you in the nude He wanna see you handcuffed out He wanna see your leather gear Kiss me, slap me, pull my hair He wanna see me smack that
Oh, hoo) You're my favorite girl (Ehh, oh yeah, there's something about you) When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish Smack a nigga that tries to
soon, and she gon' bust it wide open just to get off in that room.. in the meantime let me introduce myself, extraordinary baby.. unlike anybody else.. ( say wassya name?) well thats
so if you fuck em with the ? you niggers better call dial 911, tell them i got a gun, i come through, put that pressure on them wear that smith & wesson
iced tea and Jerry Lee Daytona Beach, that's what gets to me I can feel it in my bones Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis down to Apalachicola
me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or