[Intro:]
1995 sh**
Hey! we gon' do it like this
We gon, do it like this
[Chorus:]
Cream [?] corn, macaroni, fried chicken
What you know about it
Toaster in the glove department
What you know about it
Basic b**h, Ha, she with me
I had to show her bout it
Buss a n***a a**
Let em know about it
Go about it
Chuck tell me what you know about it
On the block all night, what you know about it
Baddest thing get the dice
What you know about it
Ghetto n***a sh**
Tell me what you know about it
[Verse 1:]
Ghetto maid, what's that
That's another problem
Half a man, 30 round
Pull a hoe up out em
Mr Cooper in the hood
Get the rollie out em
My lil n***as hungry
Might just jack the Kobe's out you
Hot on the street
They got my name up in the system
Got the cops watching me
See they mistake your a** quick
That's why the crack up on me
Cause we ain't bout to have a
I thought you was
Oh no not me
Chuck leave you right in the streets
You know the ones on my feet and they laced
Every n***a tats in they face
And if i could b**hes got scars in they face
Then whoop your hoe don't need no mase
Ride with no license plate
f**ed up off hand grenades
Sleep with one eye open
sh** happen elly
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Nobody got a job
Everybody more wake
Bounty call the case
Tryna sell that yay
Since 8 i already f** with 5 skanks
Seen too many n***as
Tossed over fight space
Impala that's a 98
I tend to in 98
From a doubt that i had to pull up
You know everything 5 minute wait
They say got two bars down
I mighta a book me a flight to the 8
I see the tops up bang so good
Now i'm really thinking of my weight
Man Chuckee been had a name
Ain't really looking for a break
Getting licked in the hood with a J
Free my fam and i'm straight
Sleep til 3 up late
[?] for about three days
b**h we out here grinding
We ain't taking minimum wage
[Chorus]