I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly
I mastered the dice large,
and even three card molly
Plus I slang mad rocks on the spot,
cause it's all good in the hood
dropped outta school because I hate math and stuff
Lay low, runnin off my pager,
wit my bucks like Scrooge McDuck
stop the operation stackola
you can't fuck wit this crackola
Because I got the carribean, plates
Happy so the five- 0 won't jack me
Fuck the jail shit, it's corny
The nigga's that I hang wit got
We precieve the gat to the
Shit I pull more bitches then menaudo
Let me quit, the nigga's on the
DRIVE BY MS.DAISY, to raise me,
I got ya duckem, don't slip
Schemes gettin thought up,
I'm never gettin caught up
Keepin my pockets so fat,
Sayin I'm out to the fools that's on my street
Love to hit the fat buddah sack,
My crew comes together like?
Raised in the ghetto's of OAKLAND
servin knocks in the open
Walked close, and door close
when I was on the night shift
day to day excitements out my life quift
Rollin in my cousins big K- 5
Holy moly, I stay high by drinkin 40's
Had roly poly dice in my pocket
for the school house crap game
sometimes I wanna STRANGLE HO'S
But I scoop em like a spoon full of cereal
Never ate a trick cause that's for
kids duke you hear me though
never was rigor- mortis so face it
Pocket's on fat like a Jenny Craig patient,
when I roll up on they knock
Fuck pops, I gotta have my
I'm runnin shit like FLO JO
Now she's got the HICCUPS
I wakes up, move a? head if ya dangle
I'm down, you'll fuck around and
and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer
Cause what I got will make ya sing
Likes ta DANGLE MUTHAFUCKA'S OUT
wickedst nigga you'd wanna be
A damn fool from the streets,
street I'm havin nightmares
I'm havin thoughts of a murder scene
I like the fuckin smell of some flesh
KILLIN, KILLIN, I like to put
runnin down the streets in the ghetto
I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo
Knowin damn well he wouldn't catch me,
Cause I will bust a gauge or two,
'Rupt the fuckin living rooms
And If I had to getway, I'll find
quick nigga you can't fuck wit
A brotha from the gutter doin dirt,
I'm chokin like a damn fool
a yabba, dabba, fuckin do
Cause I'm luni like the luni fuckin tunes
I need to go snatch a purse
Checkin everything except
the shit in yo drawers, y'all
I know? is sweepin nigga's off they feet
A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah