[Intro: Kurupt]
d**h Pentagon like n***a, Gotti Sinatra
War zone, it's happenin', it's over
Yeah n***a, it's happenin'
I've been on that internet watchin' these n***as right?
Y'all got so much to say right? It's happenin'
n***a we 'bout to smash on you busta a** n***as
Oh, y'all want somethin' from Kustapo n***a?
Oh we gon' show y'all n***as
Y.A. - Youth Authority
First-round up, first-round draft picks n***a
Whole squad ma**ive, movin' on these busta a** n***as
What's up Tone?
[Tone]
We lookin' for a city b**h, one that I can get it wit
Move in and move out wit, I'm lookin' for a bout it b**h
One to cook the powder quick, that's my kinda b**h
Let's address the topic, come on let's get it poppin'
I've been hot since n***as was pop lockin'
Break dancin' and beat boxin', been had the block poppin'
n***a I'm a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options
This is big business, this is big Benz's
And my game's official, I ain't playin' wit you
This is war time and you ain't got no more time
And I got my n***as on the way, bringin' more .9s
[Roscoe]
Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases
Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas n***a
Burners and bangers, we turn 'em and tangle 'em
We drinkin' on syrup n***a, we aimin' for sturnems as curtains
Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show
Die like a man motherf**er, what you b**hin' for?
California days is drinkin', blazin' in the sunshine
Got a case, now I got a runaway devised
Speed chases, I'm blazin' the one-time
My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate
Pull it out when it's gun time
My O.G.'s corrupted my young mind
21 on the run with a gun
Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin' to get my funds
And I'ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin' the bullets
Fo'-fizzle on my side, n***as die when I pull it
If I should get wasted, no sad faces
Bury me basic, no j**elry, no Jacob
Eyes blurry and blazed up
And don't be worryin' for me unless I wake up
And don't be pourin' no 40 for me, just drink up
We not a bunch of sad, punk a**, sit around and mope a**
No cla** cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer's
Soft as flowers, all off to chowder
We the k**a click, nine millis filled with clips
No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip
It's Youth Authority n***a, we shoot for arteries n***a
With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me n***a
It's Y.A