Damn, my man back door me, like what do I do
Slide on they block in 3-9 deuce
We send shots, they calling a truce
My youngin gone step just call them troops
He ran out of breath, he ran from gang
F*ck your block, nigga, f*ck your stain
BIG G-lock, gon' make him change
Who is him? He not my gang
He can't come, no, he ain't stamped
Late night, sip red with them vamps
Way too playa, can't cuff no tramp
They on block, they lit like lamps
We come through, we leave shit dim
F*ck your gang, boy who is him
Dunk on opps, we break the rim
Break the glass like my name Shaq
Sweet lil' play ain't smell the pack
Got all the plays, just hit my jack
B.O.A. just hit ten racks
Got all the ass, hit front of back
I go stupid, shit go clap
Say something stupid, you get slapped
Three-five WHAM go take a nap
Damn, but now I don't want the WHAM
Might just smoke the three-five
Plane crash, then get geeked till I can't stand
See, I was ridin' round the south side
Lookin' for banks, see, that was the plan
Till I got a call to the east side
For a three-five, he get scammed
This lil' nigga dumb as f*ck
He look down at the pack and he like, damn
This lil' nigga thought he was gettin some zot
But lil' Kenji switched the plot,
Oh my God, oh my God
Let me hold the Drac
Let me hold the Drac