[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
Drac', on my momma, it was a known chop
Get jiggy then I pass it to a pole popper (Alley-oop)
N****, ouwee, aye, aye, aye, aye
[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Seventh Street, n****, I'm a made n**** (It's the gang)
N***** PC then act hard, I'm amazed, n**** (Mmm, Elii)
Don't let this rap shit pump your head like you a grave digger
I'm just hoppin' off the porch, n**** (Off that porch, n****)
I'm just hoppin' in that Porsche, n****
Like, "Go, best friend" (Go, go)
The homie stripped your ass 'cause you a dork, n**** (Give me that, n****)
Like, "Go, best friend"
Fifty shots, 22 sticks, they want no problems
Put a switch, make it frrt-frrt, make it shoot [?]
All I do is play this dumb bitch and make her hate Stockton
[Verse 2: 5Much & EkillaOffDaBlock]
Look
Oppa caught me slippin', can't rеspect that
In the spaceship, good gas, this a jеtpack
Face tats and these neck tats, I'll rep that (Gang, gang)
Play with me then you'll get laid to sleep, you know I'll step up on you
Creepin' on your block with a good chop, you know I'll step up on you
Young n****, he like 13, he keep a weapon on him
White tee, jeans from [?] but I'm from Balifornia
I told my shotta that I got his back and he don't owe me nothing
Momma, I'm a fiend, I need the lean not the Robitussin
Know I put my pain all in these beats 'cause I'm destined for something
I got homies in the grave, I ain't trust you for nothing
That's why I'm shookin' niggas' block with the ah-ah-ah
I put a switchy on my frrt and it go rra-ta-ta
You make a move and you'll get stretched all on these battle lines
I'm tryna leave a nigga stank, I'm on that kind of time (Man)
Drac', on my momma, it was a known chop
Get jiggy then I pass it to a pole popper (Alley-oop)
N****, ouwee, aye, aye, aye, aye
[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Seventh Street, n****, I'm a made n**** (It's the gang)
N***** PC then act hard, I'm amazed, n**** (Mmm, Elii)
Don't let this rap shit pump your head like you a grave digger
I'm just hoppin' off the porch, n**** (Off that porch, n****)
I'm just hoppin' in that Porsche, n****
Like, "Go, best friend" (Go, go)
The homie stripped your ass 'cause you a dork, n**** (Give me that, n****)
Like, "Go, best friend"
Fifty shots, 22 sticks, they want no problems
Put a switch, make it frrt-frrt, make it shoot [?]
All I do is play this dumb bitch and make her hate Stockton
[Verse 2: 5Much & EkillaOffDaBlock]
Look
Oppa caught me slippin', can't rеspect that
In the spaceship, good gas, this a jеtpack
Face tats and these neck tats, I'll rep that (Gang, gang)
Play with me then you'll get laid to sleep, you know I'll step up on you
Creepin' on your block with a good chop, you know I'll step up on you
Young n****, he like 13, he keep a weapon on him
White tee, jeans from [?] but I'm from Balifornia
I told my shotta that I got his back and he don't owe me nothing
Momma, I'm a fiend, I need the lean not the Robitussin
Know I put my pain all in these beats 'cause I'm destined for something
I got homies in the grave, I ain't trust you for nothing
That's why I'm shookin' niggas' block with the ah-ah-ah
I put a switchy on my frrt and it go rra-ta-ta
You make a move and you'll get stretched all on these battle lines
I'm tryna leave a nigga stank, I'm on that kind of time (Man)
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