What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what, what, what, what the fuck! What, what, what
the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the street of gold But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire [Verse 1:] Mama
punks would say I just lucked up keep Talkin' that shit might get you fucked up, you some Jimmy Rucker Tommy Tucker type of mutha fuckas glamorized you Specialize in getting' butt fucked
to add another dead body to the throwaway So I turn down the Spice 1 tape and hit the switch Emptied a whole clip in his fucking face [Chorus: The Game
the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should
You muthafuckas thing we gonna stop keepin' on We shall prevail Muthafuckas fear what they do not understand And what they do not understand, they try
Gods be real What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin' through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck
up in your high society You want to check my mental 'Cause how could a nigga from South Central roll in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need You
-dum Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof (Blaaw) Murder in the first and shit Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa Spice 1 often shoots,
[Kane talking] This what it's all about once again huh. Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash. You get on that block, you make my money.
Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleaver He aint give a fuck i aint give a fuck
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz) Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown) The Low Lives in this mother fucker (Still thuggin') You
a physically tear it up Another G with a glock givin' a fuck about a cop I do my talkin' with a 12-gauge buckshot Like Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity
up Hey yeah! I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound) [charli] What, what, what, what! [ghostface
what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands In the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this [verse 1] Clap
the nina eight We givin' prop, what we did this week So don't trip, if we forgot your click I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town Come around fuck
( Kane talking) This what it's all about once again huh. Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash. You get on that block, you make my money.
what we're 'bout to do today, so if you ready throw your hands in the air while we freak it like thi, thi, thi, thi- thi- thi thi this [Verse 1] Clap
