[Hook]
We flip more birdies than Kernels chicken
And I ain't sh** without my n***as and my b**hes
Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V
We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2]
[C-Bo]
Y'all n***as that don't know me why the loc be frontin?
Just cuz 38 a day I'm bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin
But incase for the waist for bustin, close range erase your bluffin
Like major snuffin, blaze the oven
Boiling hot everytime I drop
Metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the block
And my Glock closed down shop
It's like "Cops" I'm a Bad Boy
Catch me frontin back in the rag, boy
C-Bo keep n***as all up in they peepholes
But hold up I'm lethal like blowin up a Reagle
Full of your people, Desert Eagles to your kids
I'm sick and I can't help myself
Somebody please help me before they melt me
But naw dog you ever felt me
So it's a must that I clutch guns pop pills
To keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
It's a bust of the dough blow up
I bet that I make the world get these Nike's like sho nuff
[Hook 2x]
[C-Bo]
Teck, I'm Cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
Call me Christmas, d**h wish under the missile toe-ah
Off of Crys will I piss or throw up? They diss and load up
Roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get blowed up
Mob figure til I die, Westside off the roof with the bubble lie
Y'all don't want no trouble, guy
You rap about all that ice I could had that
Grab that, make you stab that and blast that but I'mma pa** that
We ruthless, we get em up until they toothless
k**in me on the West Coast n***a it's useless
I run from Seattle to Dago with my la**o
Callhourt to Paso, new force from that Avan*l
29th Street to Avalon
Long Beach, Compton, Watts, E.C's and Magnums
357, Ghost Town, Gebermona
Hoovers and 6-O's the rest better get ghost
f** with real n***as that bang
Not a b**h ridin a dick or the next n***a gang
With a teck that I stang from the neck to the brain
When I step in the range I get respect you know I flame
Boilin hot, make my gat roar on the spot
Disrespect the block f** how much they got, the cops
When my weasle go pop you gets the last sound
If he ain't dead when I dump then we beat his a** down
[Hook 2x]
[C-Bo]
I pack two Glocks, drop bodies with two shots
Run a code if they got b**h it's gots on the rocks
When my pen and pad connect, plaques I collect
Then gats I collect to keep these nacks in check
You wanna handle this with guns the stamina, son
I run tons for Pamela, one show sh** forget the dough
I'm all in the get the blow
Fully automatic, cuzz, you know how sh** get go
Flipmode when sh** work more than a ship load
And a grip flip like in a double zip code
Your whole city locked down til the big bird drop
Cut for the recoppin color gettin for the block
Dancin, ballin snortin coke at the mansion
Add a mill plus like what the f**
Ecstacy pills and k**, boy we play in the fields
And that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills
[Hook 2x]