[Chorus: YG]
Momma ain't raised no fool,
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool,
Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street,
Grandma said she love me, and she always prayin' for me.
But I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody,
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody,
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody,
But I'll beat the fuck out of a nigga.
[Verse 1: YG]
I'm drunk off Hennessy,
Hope, I don't run into my enemies,
That dark liquor give you energy,
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be,
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G.
I'm back on that bullshit,
But she ain't fuckin', and that's bullshit,
I can't die, I got too much to live for,
I'm gettin' money, that's what niggas rob and kill for,
Fuckin' with Tenisha and Keisha,
But when Keisha see Tenisha, she gon' whoop her ass.
All my homies gangbangers,
They dry their clothes on hangers,
All these hoes fuckin', but they don't wanna seem like a ho,
So you gotta hit ‘em on the low,
West side, get money gang,
Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings.
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[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street,
Dirty pictures in my cellphone,
On 52nd street I'm well-known.
Hoover stomp until the cops come,
Silver satin get the job done.
Money ain't everythang, but still I'm rich,
Money ain't everythang, I'm still gon' crip,
From Figueroa to Harv, Side where we sock on lips,
We break on jaws niggas since VCR's,
Nigga, we hop out cars, nigga,
I be groovin' till I die,
Smokin' weed until I'm fried,
I could sell a key to God,
Pants saggin' with the Glock,
I ain't wanna pick the box, yeah!
All my homies gangbangers,
We keep a thumb between our two fangers.
We trippin' off the Henny,
So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky.
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[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic,
Gang bang, slap a bitch,
I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double,
You ain't got no hands, so they might let the gun touch you.
Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga?
You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga,
Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo',
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender fold, nigga.
She bouncin' that ass, go ahead shake it,
And if she give me that back, bitch, Imma break it,
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it,
She actin' like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin'.
You fightin' and savin' these hoes, know that you losin',
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin'.
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hangin'?
Shouldn't have chunked his fin'ers up if he ain't bangin',
I'm sayin'.
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