[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
{COME ON!}
Pa** that blunt!
{LLOYD BANK$!... WHAT?}
[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK"!}
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows {GOD-...} you're a wa*ksta... {DAMN!}
[Verse 1:]
You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
I'll f** around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO!}
I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on,
Fame'll make a b**h smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo!}
They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu,
Yo' sh**s weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!)
I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo!}
My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
But instead he trippin' [2 gun co*ks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
These n***as petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em,
Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!)
We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the b**hes adore us,
They chew a n***a up on da tour bus. {GET BACK!}
Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)
[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? {PICK THIS RECORD!}
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {WHASSUP?}
Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta...
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {DON ROBINSON... }
Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... [shot] {WHAT?} [scratches] {COME ON! }
[Verse 2:]
These n***az want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin',
When I'm around, b**hes start shakin' and tremblin'. (uh-huh!)
I like 'em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian,
Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
You won't believe what I'm swimmin' in, [shot]
I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!)
I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
These n***az ridin' 'round crushed up in a Coop - likin' tighter than a Bob Sleder.
You a actor! - Better yet a actress!
Start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. (YEAH!)
Dog, I'm not like a lot of heads,
Trust me! I'll put a switchblade in yo' [shot] nostrol like Radamez. {DAMN!}
And at the time a ladies man.
Icey watch! - Navy band! Play me blam! {Whoooooo! }
My records should be 80 grand,
Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - n***a! (YEAH!) {WHAT?}
[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {G-UNIT RECORDS!}
Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... {WHAT?}
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta...
[Outro:]
{HATE HOT! }
Yeah!
You b*tch-a** n***a!
Y'all n***as broke! {LICK!}
And I'm gettin' better! And better... {JESSIE!} and better... and better!
It gotta hurt man...
G-UNIT! {WHAT?} [shot] [beat stops]