[Verse 1: Conrad C.]
Yo, BC in the house
Making guac, smoking rocks
k**ing cops, producing crops
You already know how it is
Rolling with some AKs
And we popping hand grenades
Yeah, we disturb the peace
We also punch them hobos
And stomp out little kids
We don't give a f**, b**h
Go and call the po-po
You know we got poor health
That's why we snatch your wealth
We gotta get that 1-up
So we can catch ya'll n***as on the come-up
And Busting on your girl's face
Make her a disgrace
Of the human race
Smoking weed on that lace
Of last week's c**aine, got the trace
Chugging that Natty Ice
And we ain't so nice
Had to slice a b**h
Because she had that itchy head lice
Fed that a** to mice
Hop back to the crib
Stuff my face with rice
Pondering the night
And enjoying my life
f**, ya'll don't have to like us
Ya'll can just eat a dick
Your kids want to be like us
f**, ya'll don't have to like us
Ya'll can just eat a dick
Your kids want to be like us