Verse 1:
Yo oakland where im at
If you searchin for fab
If u hatin
Ill have somebody hurt you real bad
You keep on playin?
And Imma have to lerk through ur pad
And if we cant get you
We sendin word to ur dad
I know dats to bad
Ur lil feelings are hurt and they sad
To find out ur main girl was t**n with fab
And ur baby mama left my tip hurt from my brain
So I let twin sista just s** on my chain
Aint my fault
You cowards still stuck in this game
Broke wit no chips
Dont got no luck in this game
Gotta spend the rest of ur life
Stuck in this game
Why im ridin round cuttin up the bump in the Range
Ive been gettin hate all my life
Nuthin has changed
Except for now
Im steady ice stuffin these chains
Had to stop puffin the jane
Start coppin them thangs
Dont get mad
See me with dub on a range
Hook:
Cause I pull up causin trobule
In that lexus bubble
And whatever ur cost
Man my chain cost double
Gettin cheese
Bakin bread
With a reckless hustle
Stay away from them police
Cause they want me to struggle
Pull up on dubs
Gettin muggs from all of yo people
Wanna leave me open up
From the slug from that eagle
But im 5 g's gettin gone on u cuzzin
Lovley and im steady shinin crome on u cuzzin
Verse 2:
Im from the pole
Real cold
Icy weather whatever
Thats why im use to rockin these Iceberg sweaters
Nikes and kenneths what we sport
Lookin saucy as lito
n nigloos what we call our closest people
Mistah F.A.B is what Im called
Dont get it confused
Cause ull be
The next person
That be big on the news
And I like I said before
Ur chick could get hit if I choose
And ur wig will get split
If u actin a fool
Mackin is cool
Man just get my scratch and my loot
Scrappin will do
If yall dont think my rappin is true
Send some bosses with some gats
Come afta ya crew
Pay a hop head
Like a k-nine
A captrue ur dudes
Im from the same town
Where they shot the Mack on the stoop
Oakland california
Yeah man we back in this bootch
What chall thought?
I was gone stop stackin my loot?
Yeah right,
Im still steady mackin these fools
Hook
Verse 3:
Hit the Raiders game
With my Jerry Rice on dawg
On the side line
With my dairy ice on yall
Do a song at half time
In a skybox tele
Callin shots
Got Al davis
On my celli
fo mistah F.A.B
Man I dont think ya'll ready
Stright hits
R&B
Hot as the seringetti
Just give me the lobsta
You can keep the steak and spaggetti
I mess with mobstas
That will take all yo fetti
Boo
Whatchu lookin at
Im fab not betty
On the street
Spittin heat
Like my name was eddie
Like a marksman
Yeah man my aim is steady
On the hoop court
Yeah my game deadly
Leave u sayin uh-oh
Like ur name was Nelly
Got a platinum chian dawg
That hang to my belly
Whatchu want
Whatchu get
Whatchu claim to need?
And when I blow
Im puttin out my cuzzos bleed
Hook