[Verse]: I just gotta warn ya, welcome to California b**hes on the metro, bangers on the corner n***as sippin' Hennessy, ese's on patrol And you know I got my chrome, you better leave me alone I swear, I get So many real n***as who f** with my sh** C.O.B. and we worldwide I represent my clique cause that's who I ride with Crooked I, Hood Star album, n***a hell no I do not support the new d**h Row That's in the past you should let go All my fans, bootleg it and move forward, the west coast Bringin' that record label back, that's impossible First of all, Suge ain't involved that's an obstacle You ain't got Snoop in the group that's illogical It was fallin' when Doc left and 'Pac was in the hospital Shootouts, club fights, allies and enemies Real n***as dyin', my road memories n***as tryin' to turn my own city against me, n***a please Pistol in my jeans, hangin' with the G's Wide awake, y'all sleep, never feel me I made the song durin' the time when n***as wanted to k** me Hidin' in my bushes, I'm shootin' at my landscape Squeeze and my hand shake Squeeze and my hand shake Busters better scatter or lay flatter than a pancake n***as shootin' and runnin', crawlin' over my back gate Bring it to the present Now I'm singin' a new song I told y'all in Move On to move on New shoes on I'm walkin' down another path Extra bad b**h waitin' in my bubble bath I'm fresh from the Louis store, popped a couple tags Bought a couple bags, am I lookin' for trouble, nah I'm chillin' I strip bu*t naked, jump in the bath with her and blow smoke toward the ceilin' Oh what a feelin' You know it, what's up? Dick stood up like some nunchuks for a good f** She s** nut up, said it taste like cake mix Shots till the suns/Suns went down like game six I don't regret where I've been But I love where I am And I don't give a damn We ain't gon' make it as a Slaughterhouse fam Unless we act like our logo and go H.A.M Pardon me Alicia, but this my jam Congratulations to you and Swizz I'm this... Ready