Cupcake booty-ass nigga what's up? Want you come through the hood and let me play with your butt You's a bitch Coward written all on your face And all
now your ass is gettin faded I gave up the [(name of a set)] because that's the block where I grew up I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw
jail To bustin' on niggas with Gauge shell Fuck around and I'ma bail Attack you with it, step you with it Take your money and cap you with it Tell your
me On Crenshaw and Century the Mafia has made history And even know punk niggas wanna do shit We always stay down on this muthafuckin' streets, peep My hood is
of My momma and God, fuck a fool with a gun You better bust with precision when you're goin' on your mission Cause if your ass missin it's your grave
on the streets So it's a must we bust My nigga, and serve they ass heat And I gots beef with Mack 10 cause your bitch-ass is a mark You can meet me at
is locked up, that's really be doin' then we do the bustin' (West Side Woop Woop) Y'all niggaz don't be bustin', nigga Hood ornaments, understand (Family
it's time to roll In a car or on the bike or on foot patrol Fresh off parole But I bickin' with the bangers Damu ?? On the thangs the Damu Ridin' bitches