Niggas don't really want it,
just talkin' out the side of they neck
How many gangstas you know,
That's why I ride with Tex,
soon as I pull up I'll breathe easy
Nigga they tryna get them bullets out,
it was all good a week ago
You was callin' shots in the hood,
bitch now you're so rotten to hood
Used to be a gang leader,
No more box or dope spots in the hood
niggas won't even walk in your hood
I want respect like when niggas
And I ain't talkin' bout beans,
The kids still a hundred miles and run
Niggas smoke ten boxes of Newports
When they know I'm comin'
Fuck MTV, I live in the real world
they'll touch your little girl
you gon' wake up with fleas
you'll never get your cheese
You're snake -ghost scheme
And a killer will do anything
you're gonna wake up with fleas
you'll never get your cheese
You're a snake -ghost scheme
And a killer will do anything
Seth's back, makin' it hot
No questions, I'm takin' my spot
Project Worldhood's in blocks
When I cruised through Bentley Coupe
to Sherry Taylor, Susan, Gators, man
Laughin' at these haters, man
Show me the money, then pay me, man
It's a new day, same team,
Big crib, jet skis, and Vogue
Meat coats and diamond clusters
West Coast, we nothin' but hustlers
We grimy and gritty, cool like that
Old school fools, Willie Mays throwbacks
We send tricks to the nearest track
Who you know that's as real as that?
I pimp this game like Goldie to Mack,
you gon' wake up with fleas
you'll never get your cheese
You're a snake -ghost scheme,
and a killer will do what you feed
you gon' wake up with fleas
you'll never get your cheese
You're a snake -ghost scheme,
and a killer will do what you feed