[The Game]
Old p**y-a** mark, b**h-a** buster
Think you from L.A. cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my n***a Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like fo' flats on the Cadillac
n***a you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today +Was a Good Day+
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandanna wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Wienerschnitzel, got socked in the jaw
by some 60s - I bombed back
The n***a pulled out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked and he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood a n***a gotta stop in the Swanson
Pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smokin with the homies, my n***a G Weed from 'nellas
My n***a Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't givin no pa**es while we askin
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
How you gon' bang if you really ain't from L.A.?
We spray your gang up on the wall
... Tell me
And how you gon' flag if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
... Mark-a**
[The Game]
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a n***a gang bang
Red bandanna 'round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood? n***az can't hear you"
Flag on the left side claimin you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side callin n***az Cuz
'Bout to get your mark-a** chalked out on the West
This for all my n***az in the pen beatin on they chest like
I said I need some p**y on my motherf**in wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherf**er try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a f**in pencil to the neck
[YG] + (Game)
That's on the set, ooh, I'm a Tree Top rep
All the homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my n***az really get it poppin
Tree Top n***az like the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Buddah, Syke O, Slim 4, Lil Rack{?}
Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, Big Back
YZ, 40 Duty, need three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house where we at
It's the gang bang capital, two T's capitals
The enemies know the business, this sh** is factual
Bompton's most hated, f** it, shoot out and fade it
So my momma stay awake cause her son be gang bangin
You don't know about the put-ons and DP's
Hangin out on the block comin through to squeeze
Some outta town n***az disrespectin
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I f** with the Villains and the Swans, on God
[The Game]
On God, I got n***az from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got ess that'll k** you at your job
I got some Lueders by the Wienerschnitzel
Hangin out with the pistols, makin sure sh** official
Big Hoose and Day both got stripes, both locked up for life
So if I ever hit the pen I got a squad
Hell yeah I'm on that gangsta sh**
n***a run up, knock out, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, n***a don't even trip
I get you chased by the Grapes, n***a 300 Crips
My n***a Magic from Avalon, Draws from Neighborhood
Get your a** dope fiend slippin in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Rock from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandannas
And for my little n***a Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin?
[Interlude: Game]
R.I.P O.G. T.C.
Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin down Bentral 'bout to bust a right on Piru Street
and scoop this n***a Problem up, Blood
[Problem]
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no co-sign
.45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
Westside, ride 'em off Third Avenue
Go at us, have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the deuce, rest in peace 4 Bent
What!
[Chorus]