Threat - PDK lyrics

{*top pops off, can being shook, spray paint applied*} [Threat] I'm here to let you know that no ho plays me I don't do crack cause I'm already crazy And we don't need no mo', psycho people Guns don't k** people, people k** people Haven't you heard, there's a new sheriff in to-own But one black chief can't calm us do-own We floss 'em out wide, the n***a ain't from our tribe Not +Tribe Called Quest+, the tribe called West Too legit to quit so tell the cops they can kiss my Young black a** cause I'm out to get mine (you're gonna get yours) Let it be known, to all, men, that roam the planet earth That Allah come first Livin in the L.A. Zoo you gotta be a warrior Make sure you got a good lawyer Get caught with a spear that's fifteen years I hit the fence with my khakis and still they shootin at me Tryin to k** us off like buffalo Po-po can't have my life, or my soul, so.. "I don't give a fu*k you motherf**in cops" (3X) "BUCK and another BUCK and another BUCK, I don't give a f**" [Threat] I keep my brownies im my pocket, I can pick it if you lock it I'm servin place your order got them fat fat quarters Slangin ain't my style, never was Mr. Fuzz I don't drink suds, I pour 'em out for my loved ones Every day is like, every day I gotta go through this So, you can get the boot, and the motherf**in fist I ain't bailin no hay so be all on your way Witcho' whip cause that sh** don't work on pimps and Hustlers and players and dragon-slayers I got the bomb in my palm, how much Can't stay in one spot, the heat get too hot I gotta get another G, cause this one's on E.. Peep game, peep game, I let loose, I let loose Now from the window from the roof, shoot n***a shoot That's for yo' eye and yo' sparrow, crack and roll my barrel Just one click away from, blowin me a nig away Serve him and it's (?) lights out "I don't give a fu*k, BUCK and another - I don't give a f**" [Threat] Jumped on the beach cruiser with the pea shooter With my homies on the handlebars, goin to handle ours The homies had me all f**ed up off that yack Bust a U-turn to go back, I dropped my golf hat Stopped and copped two forties, two paroles Some n***as started starin like they know me, damn I only got two shells with me, but then Deuce-five get busy, where is he? Hopped on the bandwagon got his pants saggin New kid on the block f** around and get mopped Now that's the story, the fame and the glory And tell that to them n***as if they lookin for me Where to find me