[Verse 1: Game]
I remember days on Crenshaw, take a n***a Beamer
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That sh** don't stop, su-woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new b**h throwin' up P's, whoo whoop
Compton n***as ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins, you see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
n***a we got can*ls, shelves, n***as that tried, n***as that died
n***as that fell well, off in their jail cell
sh**, we got n***as with full clips
That'll dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you f**in' bean pie
Middle of your forehead n***a, that's where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
[Hook: Game]
n***as sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just k**ed a n***a on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my n***a Legs gone
I just k**ed a n***a on my cellphone
Stop that
[Verse 2: DUBB]
Playin' Chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' d**h threats but still ain't sent no k**ers
You take a stretch away squeeze myself, can't depend on n***as
sh** on n***as check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' j**els and you should take 'em like a j**el thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my f**in' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to f** sh** up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you n***as sh**, I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, f**in' south central moth
[Hook]
[Outro skit (Game & Stat Quo)]
The f**?
Oh sh**, sh**
Chuck, Chuck!
What?
This mother f**er Chequana down here s**ing the Wolf dick n***a
You bullsh**
n***a bring your mother f**in phone, I gotta get this sh** on the gram n***a, gotta get my followers up, I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother f**er
That b**h on WorldStar n***a
Damn
Push the door open n***a, watch out
Oh the n***a bustin' on
Nasty b**h
b**h get the f** out of my house b**h
This nasty b**h
The dead n***a, the mother f**er wolf game head, b**h I didn't even know Wolves could cum my n***a
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever