Guess who's back homie?
With a brand new rap homie
And a brand new gad homie
That won't hesitate to blast
if you run in your mouth
I'm sick and tired of these lames
Know what I'm talking about?
Nowadays rappers acting
like this shit don't stink
With they bullshit lyrics it
all sounds the same
But not me,
I spit real game I got no shame
Don't make me have to call out names and
start spittin' this game
You'll get hit with the flame that'll
start numbin' your brain
And then we out in the wind, uh
Hop in a six -fo'
Chevrolet
Around 20 foes every day, all day
Street thug, pimp, play a hustler life
How we live out here, homie, we do it right
S .D.
West
Coast,
California
City closest to the border, yeah,
so place your road up
We got it crackin' all the time
Whether it's hoes or bricks,
homie, stay on your grind
Best believe I get mine
And in the city where I'm from,
we dodgin' one time
In the city where I'm from,
we be drippin' down the block
With a clock, cock back, ready, clack now
In the city where I live,
we be doin' big things
No topical bullshit and got it stacked now
All you motherfuckers hate
on the gangsta like me
I'm just tryin' to get paid,
get my money right
In the city where I'm from,
we'll light your ass up on the block
And nobody see nothin', man
Nobody sees nothin',
nobody say nothin'
That's real shit, pottin' up, boy,
I ain't frontin' on some mob shit
We keep it real around here
Don't need these rap critics
Been at bricks for years
To my boys on the tens
Keep your head holdin' high
I know life's hard so I
stay puffin' lie
Trippin' as time goes by
Like a blink of an eye
I still ain't rich, so harder I strive
Fuck that, I refuse to go out
Makin' moves, no doubt
People waitin' for my
CD to come out
So
I'ma do what I gotta
Blaze marijuana
Stay extra bottom
Stay stackin' dollars
Keep makin' hits
Keep flippin' bricks
Keep big chips and pack extra clips
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Boy, you ain't learned
Fucked around and sparked a flame,
now your ass gon' burn
In the city where I'm from,
we be dippin' down the block
With a clock, cock back, ready, clack now
In the city where I live,
we be doin' big things
No topical bullshit and got it stacked now
All you motherfuckers hate
on the gangsta like me
I'm just tryin' to get paid,
get my money right
In the city where I'm from,
we'll light your ass up on the block
And nobody see nothing
If you don't matter to me,
you can bring it if you want to
But if you whoop on me,
I'm gon' front you
Real shit, you best watch your mouth
Cause in
Cali, we do more than just knock you out
Get
X'd out the game,
boy, you a fuckin' lame
Hear you hollerin' my name, now
I'ma split your frame
Funny how people hate
when your flows is tight
So
I'ma do it right and
I'ma clown all night
I keep bangin' on you busters
Why you bitchin' and whinin'?
Boy, I'm a hustler, self -made
You ain't heard a little out?
Yeah, but fuck what you say
Now you gon' feel these rounds
Can't nobody hold me down
Little
Al, known for blazin' a pound
And my shit be the hottest now
In
Southeast
S .D., do you feel me now?
In the city where I'm from
We be dippin' down the block
With a
Glock cocked back, ready clack now
In the city where I live
We be doin' big thangs
No type of bullshit and got it stacked now
All you motherfuckers hate
On the gangsta like me
I'm just tryin' to get paid
Get my money right
In the city where I'm from
We'll light your ass up on
the block