Atron Gregory - Representin' 93 lyrics

"I got a head, but ain't no screws in it" [Verse 1] Roll up and get swoll up, hold up How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck Or get your motherf**in chin checked Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland Hoping I can rock the sh** to get ya open Say your looking for some real sh** Then catch a funkified batch Like that!! Oakland's on the map 2Pac is on the big screen strivin Gotta love a n***a for survivin I wear alot of old schools j**els Look how the fools drool, ooohh Stop lookin at me hard cause you're buffer But I'll just buck them bigger motherf**ers Turnin men to s**ers n***as wanna start a little ruckus Better duck cause I'll be poppin' them motherf**ers They wanna throw their hands up, that's tight Hit em wit my eight, never had sh** left, right Then hit em wit the uppercut, duck quick sh** outta luck, f**ed and stuck with that rough sh** f** a pop song, f** a video, f** Arsenio, f** the radio Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my n***as in the pen And my murderous partners wit their Mac 10s I represent the real cause I'm ill, G Glock co*ked the day they k** me I'm representin' [Verse 2] Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great one Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and Troy, the late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, LayLaw beat cuts Ed, the special motherf**er and the Lover The Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothers Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube House of Pain: funky blunted a** white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n***as Digital Underground: my real n***as Raw Fusion, Organized Konfusion Wicked and the Mouse Man, Spice 1 and Pooh Man TLC, Eric B., Rakim, then Scarface Stretch, Maj, K-Low, pumpin the Squad's ba** Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava DJ Ditch for their behavior Off the head, my freestyle flow Just a couple of motherf**ers that I know I'm strictly representin 1 motherf**er, 2 motherf**er, 3 motherf**ers Damn, who did I forget? [Verse 3] I'm a soulja, daddy was a soulja Strong in the struggle Must contend so it's on Raised in a house full of bad motherf**ers Mad motherf**ers Never had so we grab from the stacked motherf**ers Now they know me, the homies Raised by some crazed a** well payed OG's Ah sh**! Pulled up in a benzy, snatch The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it It's for the gifted, pump your fist if you wit it Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh** Now they wanna ban me (Told ya) All I wanted to be was a soulja Bang bang boogie, it's a stick up Quit now, n***a, eat a dick up Huh, I'm representin'