[Styles P]
Yeah! Vinnie Idol, Poobs... Big Bully, pimpin' what up? Jojo what up? It's going down, crazy. I empty my sh**s out n***a, feel me...
[Verse 1]
Psycho simply, please don't tempt me
To squeeze the sh** off till it's empty
One by one, keep it coming n***a gun by gun
Ain't Run but it's my house n***a, please don't come
You ain't welcome here, four pound'll melt them here like grilled cheese
Real G's f** around with h**n and realties
Coupes that was roofless, gangstas that was ruthless
Talk sense to 'em, or be mothaf**in' useless
Flying on the highway, Tokyo drifting floating
Sideways, coupes the same color as the Padres
Fitted in a jersey, yeah it's all tragic
How me and the gunplay like Magic and James Worthy (forreal)
But n***as you ain't worthy, n***as is pain worthy
I'm holding the thang sturdy and letting the thang curve me
Which means I will let it off, get it off
Got four b**hes that get down like Latifah and set it off
Dope dealer dreams, with dope fiend schemes
I keep a OG gun, in my OG jeans
I blow a haze but I still keep a codeine lean
Which means I be tripping, f** giving the whipping
Slip the clip in, start squeezing till n***as is dripping
And whichever n***as is dipping's a smart man
If you got heart man, five shots from the mothaf**in' cart-man
SP disguised in the trenchcoat
Whoever in the park, I be leaving the bench soaked
n***a...