Let it rain, let it drip, damn them n***as tripped
On the turf, they gotta get us work
We know where you stay, the homies don't play
You knew the consequences now your a** is hoppin fences
Tryin to get away from the AK spray in the broad day
Now they cross us out and put a K
I'm still PDk**er, cause if you ain't my friend
Youse a foe, and I'mma let you know that I'm from
That big bad mad-a** Westside numero uno
South Central, is ill mental
Uhh, and all these new tribes tryin to hoo-ride
We can't be eighty-six, cause we from sixty-nine
It's just a fifteen minus ten with the S on the end
For life, so do what you like
But you better bomb first with the sleeper, uhh
Cause I'mma blow you out your Converse sneakers-ah, so surprise!
Punk is the ride, punk
You thought your homey next to you made it to his trunk, uhh
Light 'em up like a candle, that's right
The scandal, vandal handle mines like a man doe
Creep by the police, rollin fo' deep
Playin low, cause I know they gon' stretch us if they catch us
Up to Chiffaro(?) and away we go
And I bet nobody bet' not get no less than the next
Fo' n***as, three straps, where these hoes at?
Lookin for some trouble just bust a n***a bubble
They wanna unite, but the system's too tight, so
Let these n***as know what that South Central like
Don't flag no flag cause all that's drag
Stay close to my holster had enough of these busters
Teach 'em not to f** with the young buck
With the dum dum tips, that's right, they hurt like a b**h
Suspects headin West, L.A. Zoo next exit
Damn right baby, I s** it like I flex it
Up jump the boogie got busy with them enemies
Laugh when we serve 'em, hit the corner swervin
Headin down the backstreets, bumpin Black Sheep
Stop and get a quart went home and took my a** to sleep
{*clip loads*, *test shots fired*} can't sleep
Cause n***as don't know how to act like they momma's on crack
sh** they got so bad {*car peels*} much worse than all these hearses
d**h toll went up crazy since 1980
Hip-Hop, you don't stop, close up shop
Or get the rope with the slipknot
Hear the tick-tock wake your a** up knock knock who is it?
The Big Bad Wolf come to pay your a** a visit
Count to fifteen, I'm hearin si-rens
Count to fifteen again more si-rens
When will it cease they say everyday
Not 'til the mission is complete, rescued by the fleet
From this Desert Storm, I can see his horns of
Usin heavy metal like the rest of these devils
All these white sheets need they a** be tied
To the bumper, and drug down the street fo' deep
{*scratched: "one spot on to the next spot"}
Fo' deep.. fo' deep..