Niggas pistol popping like it’s 1999
I was 9, maybe 10, then again never mind
Press rewind, back in time, before rappers dropping dimes
Trap or die, chopping pies, with clichés all in they rhymes
Now it’s Gucci, Prada and anything designer
Money, power, the whole enchilada
Commas, dollas, the greens and the guava
They serve you to your flocka
If you disrespect that blocka blocka
Choppas on eavesdroppers
Fuck these choppas I’m about it
Grindin’ like 2Pac with Biggie Poppa
Yeah you outer, but I’m hotter (Right!)
Car jacking, pistol packing
Mothafuckin’ choppers clapping
Metal jacket automatic magazines head on traffic
Window smashing, windows crashing
Pants sagging, fuck your fashion
Yeah a nigga run Manhattan
Back in Cali’s where it happen
It’s Gucci, Escada, and anything designer
Groupies, poppers, they all gonna swallow
It was probably the robbers, the goons and the goblins
They hating a lot, medulla oblongata
From New York to San Andreas
All around the world
Going back to Cali, yeah, going back to Cali
New York to San Andreas
I’m screaming, «Fuck the world!»
Going back to Cali, I’m going back to Cali
Niggas was whack
I’m really out here boomin’ on the west side
You know what I’m sayin’ weeest
Me and live ninjas seen death right here lookin’ out for the enemies
‘Cause you all know how we down
‘Cause fuck killin’ these clowns, you said it hah
We getting everything, anything moving, nigga that’s it nigga
Chyeah I’m shootin I’m shootin’ at niggas on the side ’cause you already know
Yall folks be yappin this back nigga
Fuck that black nigga slippin’ on the cash
I’ll make that happen with the sawed off
Maserati like Atari with no car keys, push to start it
New Buggatti, Two Bugattis
Tesstarossa, New Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumping
Me no worried, Rastafari
This the hardest supersonic
Systematic, too retarded
New versace, new apartment
Bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cool it all
Must set my goal if you accomplish
Shoot a target, you the target