Fuck Y’all Pac Div (Ft. DJ Battlecat & Kurupt)

[Chorus]
When my shit drop I get all the love
But fuck y'all
When my shit come out it be bumpin' in all the clubs
So fuck y'all
If you ever thought that you was goin' hard as us
Fuck y'all
Fuck y'all
Fuck y'all
And it's still fuck the police too

[Verse 1]
You can do some corny shit and get paid
You can bite a nigga swag and get laid
You can blow up or leave a shit stain
Shit that I been goin' through since 5th grade
I, been smokin' weed, I been drinkin' beer
I ain't worked a real job in 6 years
My time is money
My time is fuckin' money
So before we get started get that get that shit clear
Man niggas hardly home gotta call us on the plane
Hear em diss the Div man them niggas talkin' Dame
Sherm head out ya brain I can put you out ya pain
Lift a nigga off his feet
Tell me What you know about that Blaine?
Look, man I'm walkin' Pac Div
Talkin' like I'm Pac Div
When I'm out in traffic bitches hunt me like I'm Pac Div
Mack 10 fo' life
Bengal I got old stripes
No hype, we ain't matchin' numbers that's our old price
Cash, check, yeah scrilla
Got the strength of 10 niggas
Yeah I'm cool but them niggas is some weird pillars
In the hood to the white boys with Quiksilver
Out the park with the shit I think I'm Prince Fielder
When you're raw you push that thing to the limit
We just finna count profit I'm a swim in a minute
I don't speed at the limit, move how I wanna move
Knuckle head nigga I'm a do what I wanna do