| Huh, representing the | |
| West, check it out | |
| Alright relax your mind, blow a blunt be free | |
| You now tuned in to the sound of the new | |
| Row Gs You claim you know us, (you know us), plus you think you can rap | |
| Well you're tired, (you're tired), so go take a nap | |
| Yeah you know the | |
| East, I get funky with lines | |
| Mic check 1, 2, and spit it out my mind | |
| The E.A.S. | |
| T. is the name | |
| I spell from videos to my shows, yes | |
| I rock well | |
| Slow your roll boy, your team ain't stronger than mine | |
| Fully loaded with automatic heats like land mines | |
| You can't stand mines? | |
| Well stay the fuck out my circle, before | |
| I spazz out on you and beat both of your eyes purple | |
| I'm smoking purple kush off a chronic bush to release this thing | |
| And ambush your team, mini machines that take off your spleen | |
| If you ain't ready, | |
| I thought | |
| I told ya'll before, the | |
| Row roll heavy | |
| Sharp like machetes, counting confettis, dipping the chevy | |
| Watch my motherfucking d's out up and down your city | |
| It's so pretty, | |
| D.A.S.T to the | |
| L.A.C. and | |
| I'm representing with | |
| Suge, This | |
| M.O.B. So mob with me | |
| I keep my weed and heat under the seat like, "Fuck what you saying to me" | |
| I'm hollyhood on you | |
| Hollywood niggas, what's up? | |
| Meet a nigga in the street and we can lock head up | |
| You can't get over the (bark) [x7] | |
| She went which'a way? | |
| Now put your bitch away [Crooked I:] | |
| Crooked fuck in the | |
| West, But he cuts in the | |
| South If there's sluts in the house, stick nuts in your mouth | |
| Drink, what's it about? | |
| Keep punk niggas out (beat it!) | |
| Six slumped on the couch, get humped then | |
| I'm out I'm an ogre with mine, so vulgar at times | |
| If ugly hoe were a dime, | |
| I'd fuck both of you combined | |
| One hoe told me, "Crooked open your mind," | |
| Cause I like to be choked while | |
| I'm stroked from behind | |
| Mah, I'll oblige, | |
| I don't follow guides, and if | |
| I squeeze too hard then | |
| I'll apologize | |
| She the type who qualifies, man she had a lot of guys | |
| Million dollar thighs and light green olive eyes | |
| So I aimed for her chest | |
| I came on her breasts | |
| And stained on her flesh, we insane on the | |
| West You see | |
| I'm a gangsta having fun | |
| And I never leave a (beach?) without packing a gun | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance [Kurupt:] | |
| Well it's | |
| Kurupt Young | |
| Gotti, (Gotti) | |
| And I'm back home, you better ask somebody | |
| I pack chrome and at least one shotty | |
| I smash home with a pretty young hottie, | |
| Lodi Dodi | |
| Still ride with the | |
| D (dot) P (dot) | |
| G (dot), we hot | |
| The six tray watt, where the keys at | |
| Fiat steal that nigga | |
| Classic hits, how could you not, not feel that nigga | |
| Spill that liquor for your homies, | |
| I'm the real thing and we bang on phonies | |
| I'm only out for my tippa, dick in your mouth for you strippers | |
| Clock mountainous figures niggas come off the crown | |
| Before Young | |
| Eastwood have to toss you down | |
| I'm O.G., can't nobody kick me off the | |
| Pound That's how bodies pop up in the loss and found | |
| Slauson-bound bitch! | |
| Shit, God damn, motherfucker, asshole | |
| And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my bitches just do that, gangsta dance | |
| We got the gangsta shit that'll drive you crazy | |
| And all my niggas just do that, gangsta dance | |
| You can't get over the (dog bark) [x5] | |
| She went which'a way? | |
| Now put your bitch away | |
| You can't get over the (dog bark) [x3] |