if you try to get wit me pull a four on the fifty f**k yo monkey a** up like bobby did whitney trigger fingers get itchy when n***az get b**hy and they need they story told on Jerry or Ricki well you're green and you're iffy i'm clean and i'm spiffy if they lock me up today i'll be back in a jiffy all my n***az that's wit me all my b**hes are picky to ride around that's right on time b**h you know it's tricky take a hit of the sticky everybody get tipsy when we hittin that whisky all my n***az get pissy don't f**k wit no sissy all we bumpin' is missy if you know where i am motherf**ker come get me i'm a man out of mickey all my n***az love hickies that don't go away til ya well in your sixties all im wearin is dickies dont try to evict me when we come to atlanta we gon re-open nickies Game Verse: i'm a gangsta rap teacher, n***a you better know it it's the don gotti Jr. slash motherf**kin' poet sit back and take notes while i spin like 100 spokes my flow is razor sharp im comin' straight for ya throat with that west coast gang bang watch him when his chain hang east coast down south n***az do the same thang throw up ya dubs like wutang who bang harder than that n***a barrellin' thru ya hood wit two chains swangin' like he's nuts, cuz he don't give a f**k i know n***a that ain't bangin' in no khaki's or some chucks it's that westside, connected with that n***a who flow so wreckless he spent a hundred thousand on his necklace, i bet this motherf**kin' coast ain't got sh** after me ain't have sh** before Cube except a Dub C the mack circle is back with mad purple in fact i'm bout to join the Lynch mob that's me squirtin' the mack