Verse 1: ps
Never gave a f** and i still don't
So save your lectures, i'ma g**n for the rest of my life
A young bg deranged in the brain
The youngest motherf**er on the chain gang
Yeah i still slang my thangs like a g
Really can i make your a** rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin
Quick to pull the trigger, put your a** in a coffin
Never been a baller but i trap many ballin
Homies y'know i don't give a f**, i was starvin
You better hide your daughter cos i'm out to get laid with dick
And have her sprung on this black a** n***a
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother
Sellin rocks to the scandalous a** clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah i'm cool like that
And i never gave a f** about a stupid a** hoodrat
Chorus:
b**hes ridin on my bit
n***as hit me up and sh**
But i'm from the eastside
Where the n***as do or die
Representin like a dream
Cos circle's deep i thought you knew
Verse 2: billy boy
Uh, uh, uh
As i crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques
I got a 9 for any n***a that come runnin up
Keepin motherf**ers on the duck
You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park i want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
You can find billy boy rollin down your block
Hittin switches cos your b**h is gettin paid, cos that's my way
And all the hoes still wanna f** (you know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey a** is comin out on top
La hustlers can't live without money
So before i make sense i gots ta make a knot
Cos i can't f** without my hoes
And i can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna f** a n***a like me
But i won't be gettin back in the cpt
Chorus:
n***as tryin to give me stuff
Billy boy don't give a f**
First i warn you with my rhyme
Then i'll f** you with my 9
Don't give your plees cos i don't bang
But i'm down to fully slang
40 thevz end down your crew
Cos circle's deep i thought you knew
Verse 3: coolio
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk a** holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up like a pack of punk b**hes
Now i got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
You don't wanna see me out the motherf**in front
Don't you take this sh** for granted just cos n***as call me cool
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
C-o-o-l-i-o g
M to the a, a to the d
A circle full of n***as that you don't wanna see
You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's f**in with a missile
I chew your a** like gristle til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherf**in pack
See i use to be broke now i blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke
*cough*
Chorus:
C-o-m-p-t-o-n
Punk motherf**ers get two to the chin
I don't give a f** what'cha got or who you know
Step to the maadness, your a** gotta go
Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year
East coast, west coast get the *?c'reer?*
You don't wanna see my crew
Cos circle's deep i thought you knew