[Intro: Anderson .Paak] + (Sonyae)
Hah sh** yeah, say, what you hittin man?
You motherf**ers ain't goin nowhere man
Hey you know I was tryin to do my thing man (ahhhh)
Ah sh** yeah ('6-4 Impala)
Go 'head, we ain't tryin to hurt nobody man we just
NO! (yeahhh)
You might just catch us dippin though
sh** yeah, say, yo where you goin man?
Ohh, hey, MY GOD!
Uh, uh, SAY!
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak] + (Sonyae)
You can me catch rollin down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherf**in Impala? (b**h yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin indo (indo?)
Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window
Gang signs
[The Game]
Parked at the light, give a f** about a b**h n***a
Only n***a worth six figures that still click triggers
On my way to LAX, f** the freeway
Ridin through South Central in the 'Wood like I should
But I'm a Compton n***a, Westside monster n***a
You should know by now, I f** with all kinds of n***az
Call Big U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? Yeah, that's that out-of-towner in you
My n***az eat late night, Mel's Diner menu
You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves in all kind of venues
Dub's show I let the snub show, shall I continue?
f**in n***az up, like it's '05
Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and co-signed
Talkin out your neck gets you buried in no time
I heard you n***az lookin for me, Blood
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Nip be where the Crips be, Skeme be where the Bloods be
n***a I'm with the sh**, give a f** if n***az Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a Blood beef
Same color rag, still layin where the subs be
{*commotion*} Naw, f** that n***a
I'll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that n***a
I'll have a couple crooked cops, come and touch that n***a
Then get a bully in the pen to come and fu*k that n***a
Life is crazy, huh, yeah my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll k** you baby
Bury you in my back yard, sh** I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the paper
n***a wanna fade? I got the taper
n***a wanna shoot? I got the laser
Any b**h that wanna f**, I gotta take it
And I don't put no tints on my whip
One strap, full clip, n***a
[Chorus]