You know there's something I've
You motherfuckers want a copy
Everybody watching what the fuck we're doing on this side,
Album covers looking the same
Trying to get the same production
Still putting it down in the game,
Guess who's known worldwide,
Hear me comin' down your block,
I'ma put this on my name,
Homies from the gang on my back
Haters plottin' on my damn phone
with their fingers crossed
but they prove that they all talk
I'ma ride it just like back in the days
These fools don't wanna see me
got that cash back in my waist
But, uh, I'm gettin' banked,
Dot dia monds on my name,
I got a fetish to get it,
spendin' cash never credit
Smokin' on some medicators
I'm a leader dog, a general of the clique
Head to know who's coming
to drop that gangsta shit
When I ride in the streets,
guarantee I'm gonna ride till the sea
Still I ride with my head
On my side when I'm wasted,
when I'm sleeping right beside in my shit
If you wanna get it poppin'
Fools act like they don't know who
I still represent the HBG
That's it, just like Pac said,
and I won't hesitate to do it till I drop dead
I hustle hard from day to day,
If they wanna run up, take what I got,
stickin' to the game plan
Never settle in for lease, yeah,
I know they see me makin' moves,
unless they settle in the streets
Cause fools never wanna be distant families,
right there, that's not a man to meet
One day we'll have to go hand -to -hand,
try to focus on some planning
Plus you really want to die
for this rap shit, I doubt it
the game is getting fighty
Follow me into the future,
show you what I do about it
I keep on dropping them hits
gonna rap some of that classical
When I ride in the streets
Guarantee I'm gonna ride till the city
Still I ride with my head
On my side when I'm facing
When I'm sleeping right beside in my shit
If you want to get it poppin'
Fools act like they don't know
I still rep resent the HBG
One for high power, two for the haters
A third for them booze watchers
Duplicate us, but you ain't us
I'm young, brown and dangerous
Running around the place,
still packing a fucking status
Dead before the sun, homie,
In this life, still facing trials
Smoking on some medication,
to the drama and frustrations
Still in the gang waitin',
All the competition all around me
Think about leavin' but myself,
Been rappin' since the days of Jupiter,
Side of high power blowin'
I think I'll take a vacation all lies on me
When I ride in the streets
Guarantee I'm gonna ride till the season
Still I ride with my heat
If you wanna get it poppin'
Fools act like they don't know,
I still rep resent the HBG
High -powered entertainment
The best -kept secret on the West Coast
They say that's too popular
Some of that south side west coast
gangsta shit you can bump homie