| Ain't nothin like poppin the brains on a | |
| Corvette With your pet in the passenger seat | |
| Ass at your feet, askin if you can pass her the weed (Faster please) | |
| California masterpiece | |
| Recorded partially in | |
| New York With a blue spark on a purple plant and | |
| I worked your aunt (She loved it) primarily under the circumstance | |
| Don't be mad, | |
| I was bad, she was better, sweaty palms | |
| But I bet her and she told your moms and wrote a letter | |
| Now they comin back to get off of the curb because | |
| I swerved on her (beat it bitch!) | |
| I ain't never been shit, that's what my mommy said | |
| Now they callin to check to see if | |
| I took the gun from under my bed | |
| She don't trust me, | |
| I don't trust me, my psychiatrist don't trust me | |
| And I ain't called 'em back, | |
| I hope the cops don't come and bust me | |
| I'm feelin lusty and my purple video tape is trusty | |
| But I can't go to sleep with lotion on because | |
| I might get musty | |
| I ride motorcycles and crash 'em on purpose into a crowd of bystanders so my insurance policy won't be worthless [Chorus] | |
| Now quit that bitch shit, we gon' **** you up mayne | |
| We gon' **** you up mayne, now get the **** outta | |
| Dodge It ain't gon' work mayne, we gon' **** you up mayne | |
| We gon' **** you up mayne, don't make me pull the pump out the garage | |
| And posse up mayne, we gon' **** you up mayne | |
| We gon' **** you up mayne, you must be high on that sherm | |
| But you gon' learn mayne, we gon' **** you up mayne | |
| We gon' **** you up - | |
| WE GON' FU | |
| CK YOU UP! [DJ Quik] | |
| Bridget Bridget | |
| Bridget was a girl that | |
| I knew But she's a dumb hoe, and baldheaded like | |
| DJ Pooh Her saggy body tried to crash the party like | |
| Mobb Deep | |
| With her elephant feet | |
| I got a whole lot to say but it won't come out | |
| Probably because | |
| I got this 38 in my mouth | |
| And I'm pissed, | |
| I'm 'bout to nut up, **** you nigga shut up | |
| Like Mausberg, | |
| I'll leave your chest burnin on the curb | |
| Hennessy to | |
| XO, crashed in the | |
| Lex-o I make the bridge flex 'til these bitch niggaz let go | |
| And I'm upset because | |
| I'm all alone | |
| Homies don't play by the rules, **** 'em then | |
| I'm glad they gone | |
| Pluck 'em out the flowerpot, flush and make they shower hot | |
| Blister and scour, | |
| I'm pistol-whippin with power, make 'em holla like chicks | |
| Out in L.A. ain't nuttin good to talk about | |
| Except dead homies, and how in '82 we had all the money | |
| That's Freeway | |
| Rick and that | |
| C.I.A. shit 22 years later, it's just some ol' player hater shit | |
| How many gangs can kill people under the age of 12 | |
| Get snitched on and go to jail, for another 22 years | |
| And who gets recognized for pouring out the beer | |
| And how many young blacks drink and smoke to cover they fear | |
| It's ****ed up [Chorus] [DJ Quik] | |
| I made my momma a promise that | |
| I would make it home honest | |
| She knew that there were no problems cause she could see right through it | |
| She know I'm deeper than half of these niggaz, flyer than most of 'em | |
| And that's as clear as you can see from off in your coast | |
| And you niggaz don't understand these 16 bars from within | |
| If being dope is an abomination then | |
| I am a sin | |
| Cause I'm fly like the wind, and | |
| I'm high to the end | |
| My enemies are my used-to-be friends, where do | |
| I begin It's a sesspool of stress, you cowards drink from the well | |
| Got no energy for haters, you suckers can't give me hell | |
| Cause you whack and you stale, and you act like you bail | |
| You talk that shit 'til you gotta prove shit, get smacked when you fail | |
| In the midst of it all | |
| I'm just persistin to ball | |
| While these haters tumble and stumble and bumble and fall | |
| I'm the key to cut your meter off, | |
| I'll blow what you worth | |
| And befo' anything else on this earth - | |
| YOU'LL GET | |
| ****ED UP! [Chorus] |