It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha See ya picture Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha
Niggas in da street ain't right Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped Cause niggas they don't know how to act
It's Monday night and I'm out Chillin' with my girl, top down 500 SL pumpin' some sounds Now me I'm in Versace from my head to toe Lookin' for a place to go So I can spend my dough I found a spot, jumped out My girl was hot, no doubt And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip I kept walkin', but all they did was follow Tryin' to flex Talkin' about ym girls titties And the jewels around my neck Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off And I can see these little bustas Tryin' to play me for soft I heard "stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck" I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind But it's a waste of time cause I ain't got my nine And these...
Now I done did all this work So I can be the man Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin' Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me Cause I'm flossin', hit the streets left and right Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that