[Intro: Julius Luciano]
Yo, we got Day One on the track…
This is real sh**…
Watch Ya Mouth!
[Verse 1: Julius Luciano]
n***as see the tool and ask why chrome is on me
Cause I mimic number two and Y chromosome, see
I was only twelve when my older brother Matt
Had me holdin' on a strap, told me how to load it well and
I ain't known to fail man, never put Perish in my name
In the same sentence, I ain't Tony Shelman
I'm a Gangsta MC, wear Glocks in the booth
The heir to Pac is my crew
The West Coast is drowning, no pair of goggles to view
The game need a Crooked I (eye) to see straight, homie that's the paradox of the truth
Then give it gla**es, put shoes on it
Make ya dynamic, homie improve on it
The West need our flow
Tell me whats West without WE-and-S-T-R-O
Test me y'all know them choppas out
You better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth
[Hook: Julius Luciano]
My n***as don't bang no gang (We bout money!)
But my n***as don't play no games (Ain't sh** funny!)
And my n***as will spray those thangs (What?!)
Better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth
On the search M-O-N-E (Y!)
Cause its called the Currency-Over-B (The COB!)
Never speak on my team (What?!)
Better watch ya mouth
You better watch ya mouth
[Verse 2: Demetrius Capone]
Ayo we ride til he die, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm a mothaf**in' mobsta, rah-rah-rah
Got the mothaf**in' Glock and the semi
For any n***a trynna slow my guap up
f** that, all you old cats trynna stop us
Duck fast, n***a brrraaht til the cops come
See it's a ma**acre, brains splattered the pa**enger
n***a now your thoughts ridin' shotgun
Internet k**ed the video star, now we
Digital stars, chillin' wit broads in Maui
Whippin' in cars, n***as is dippin' in Audis
We finna go hard and finna bogard in Cali
Do what the hook talking bout
Before I knock ya Cycloptic, how?
I sock ya right socket, 'til ya optic poppin' out
And hangin' in front of ya face, watch ya mouth
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
You better watch your step, you better rock a vest
You better hide, better slide, better cop a tech
And haters better be cautious when in this state of mine
And lay with nines
I ride with in this state of mind
If you pop off, then its gon' pop off
n***as'll give it up as if they Times Square
Robot, take my top off and blow your top off
Fold a mothaf**a like a lawn chair
Now tell me why these n***as all up in our biz like shrinks
Why pigs want us sittin' in the pen like ink
Should treat em like a mattress and have em covered with white sheets
Quicker than some lens might blink
Ain't got time to lay, sleep, not even daydream
I gotta make cream, cause I'm a cake fiend
Just like recoverin' addicts, I gotta stay clean
Above y'all like attics, the top regime
[Hook](x2)