I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your mothaf**in' chimp
Check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the sh** to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real sh**.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin'
Gotta love a n***a for survivin'
I wear a lot of old schools j**els.
Look how the fools ??, oh.
Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger mothaf**as.
Turnin' men to s**as.
n***as want to start a little ruckus.
Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them mothaf**as.
They want to throw their hands up. that's tight.
Hit 'em with my eight. Never had sh** left, right.
Then hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick.
sh** outta luck. f**ed and stuck with that rough sh**.
f** a pop song, f** video, f** Arsenio, f** the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my n***as in the pen.
And my murderous partners with their Mac 10's.
I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G.
Glock co*ked and then they k** me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha f**a, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called
Quest,
And Jungle Brothas.
Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: f** these ? a** white dudes.
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n***as.
Digital Underground: my real n***as.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin' the scars ba**.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
Mm, ?, Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha f**as that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha f**a, 2 motha f**a, 3 motha f**as,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad mothaf**as.
Mad mothaf**as.
Never had so we grab from the stacked mothaf**as. Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed a** well payed OG's.
Ah sh**!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you with it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip sh**.
Now they want to maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now n***a, eat a dick up.