[Ice Cube]
I knew you niggas would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me y'nahmean
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy man, holla
Stop fuckin' with them punk-niggas man with that shit
That's what you get, that shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
I got that raw, I got that, ungh
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Twenty-fo' seven, holla at your boy
What you need baby, c'mon with it, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway, holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up, holla at your boy
[Verse 1]
That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggas
Come and see me for that real O.G
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki'
Dope as a motherfucker, son a whole seed
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed (yes indeed)
Treat it just like weed, hit the right end then pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggas you like, straight fuckin' ya
Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin
Others are dyin, some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central L.A
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache (holla)
I knew you niggas would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me y'nahmean
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy man, holla
Stop fuckin' with them punk-niggas man with that shit
That's what you get, that shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
I got that raw, I got that, ungh
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Twenty-fo' seven, holla at your boy
What you need baby, c'mon with it, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway, holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up, holla at your boy
[Verse 1]
That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggas
Come and see me for that real O.G
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki'
Dope as a motherfucker, son a whole seed
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed (yes indeed)
Treat it just like weed, hit the right end then pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggas you like, straight fuckin' ya
Some of 'em lyin (yup) most of 'em trickin
Others are dyin, some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central L.A
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache (holla)
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