<[Verse One]
If you'se a b**h n***a, y'all not gonna feel this
Only real n***as f** with the realness
Cali done changed so much
I can tell you gettin' senile cause you loosin' your touch
You can't keep it gangster wearin' (muuuuhahahah!)
What you shootin' at? Rattle snakes and cougars?
Did you like how I said cougars?
Cause that's that boushe sh**
You'se a movie flick
Click
So I'm turnin' you off
Silence switch the station
No switchin' conversation
I k** n***as on tracks like Final Destination
Part 3
Don't start me
My k** is so deep they shoot them sh**'s in R.V.'s
I'm jackin' yo sh**
Hand me the car keys
West coast is mine, move over sorry
I thought you was a (muuuuhahaha!) but you're a sharpie
[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when sh** get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
n***a stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(b**h n***a)
[Verse Two]
See, fake n***as hate the truth
So you know they really hate it when I step in the booth
I'm a one man army
Bishop Hannibal Kahn
Ridin' on elephant back with a couple firearms
Keep a shank in my sweatpants
Give a n***a a tracheotomy, give me a wrong glance
Per chance
You ain't heard
I'm a real a** n***a, I don't mince my words
Disrespect me, you gon' get what you deserve
Trespa**, will have your a** bite down on the curb
You don't know what happens next?
I suggest you go and rent American History X
Yeah
I'm smashin' rappers heads in
Mad about it? Blame Dre, he let me in
If it's beef, Farrakhan can't save you
Better go get Rev. Run to pray for you
[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when sh** get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
n***a stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(b**h n***a)
[Verse Three]
Let me apologize New York (I'm sorry)
These fake gangster n***as livin' in a time warp (It ain't '86)
We ain't just khaki's and Dickies
Gangster's got baps
Gangster's rock silk
Timberlands, dress shoes and fools still get k**ed
I know they look like the man in they video
But real life can't come back to their city yo
Ain't it pitiful?
Um, um, um
But nope, not me
I be where I wanna be, see what I wanna see
That ain't an entourage n***a, that's my family
Blood relatives, not just close friends
If not I'm dolo
Dippin' up the 1-10
You a Ain't-No-More
f** a has been
Cut the k**er talk n***a, let's scrap then
Boom ping ping
You know what'll happen
[Chorus]
Rappers wanna sing
Singers wanna rap
I guess the world's about to end when sh** get's that wack
(It's all over!)
Rappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap
Pretty please Nick Cannon don't try to come back
(Stop the madness!)
Every song got a dance, every dance gotta snack
n***a stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps
(No more food!)
Every rapper ain't a gangster just because they got a strap
You know it's your body guards kid at bat
(b**h n***a)
[Outro]
Ha ha ha. That's right n***a. You gotta let n***as know man.
n***as doin' a lot of wack sh** out there right now, that sh** ain't cool.
Step your motherf**in' bars up n***a. Singers be singers, rappers be rappers n***a.
Cut that cross dressin' out.