Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it Face the judge, on some money maintain shit Black Caesar
wrote Build and destroy Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy 'Cuz all I really want (What) Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys
off, soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black
paid off Soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black
there Aw man, shit I gotta get up off my ass And go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate those fuckin' Mexicans I'm always gettin' caca from the blaca
yo There ain't no bluffin' kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that button is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter
come at me for beef and shots come with that Your bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black Lookin
ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black 'cause
stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish, If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage, Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust
lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own
think we've got 'em I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust
Bust? Yo, yo, word 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd I caught that ill vibe, Bust, word Tip? Yo, yo, word That ill vibe, Bust,
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie stay plush Don't got no main lady 'cuz I don't like to fuck Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust
my clique in a while We in the hood coming up with killing style Everybody talk cause we home now Look at here boy, you'd better gone now It used to be black
minutes straight to Frisco Bumpin' the rappin', 4-Tayzee baby Me an' 40 Water in the big body Mercedes Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black Coupe None
the glove Do these fools got a problem with me or do they got love? And when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black men
that my nigga's the shit Black on black, step out the house with a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter
Hold tight, one day morning wake up yawning Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning Ring on the bell says it's half past eight Keys in my tea