B-Real - Hole in the Head lyrics

[Sen Dog] Ganxsta Ridd, wha**up yo? [Gxt Rid] It's a Tribe thang [Verse One: B-Real] Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuete See a gang, no there ain't no jugete Rollin like a pyscho with the windows rolled down Who you lookin at, you tryin to fade me clown? Plato, si mon, you want static When you reach for your gat to load your automatic (Boo-yaa!!) Spittin out buckshots Homey say blood claat, so you can call a pig Cause no one could handle, I wind up, and loco Insane in the brain, you get the bullet and [Hook: B-Real, Sen Dog] A hole in your head A hole in your f**in head/A f**in hole in your head In your head! A hole in the/your head, a hole in the/your head You get a hole in the head (a hole in the head) in your motherf**in head Huh!/In your head A hole in the head, a hole in the head [Verse Two: B-Real] Eight barrel pumpin, system thumpin See a fine heina, c'mon baby jump in I stop to cop, here let me tell you somethin Me and you, bruca, we should be humpin Honey likes the mack, homey's got her in the bag But there's vato's rollin out, and they're stickin up the flag He jumps out with the sag, hey where ya from homes? It's on... he sees him reachin for his chrome Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome Honey's in the back but she just wants to go home But he trips to the store homeboy needs a forty White boy at the counter's thinkin oh lordy lordy! Pushin on the bu*ton, panickin for nuttin Pigs on the way, aiyyo I smells bacon Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner And he hits the f**in alley like his homes was Pop Warner Still had the forty, comin out the alley Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley, oink In the black and white thinkin he's gonna jack him right Wrong, hah, it's gonna be on That pig better saca la chrome (P.D. 187)) A to the motherf**in K! (You know wha**up Sen) Shoot your a** down! And by the way [Hook] A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby Doo y'all Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a doobie doobie doo y'all Doobie doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, Scooby Doo y'all! Scooby Doo! A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie Doo y'all [Verse Three: B-Real] Six rollin up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin "Damn I never got this gaffled" (to' up) Beat down (down) on the way to the station Gaffled up from a false accusation Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the Attitudes are flying and the punks will be dying Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya Wet ya, you know homes the picture (Yeah you never been to jail boy!) Broomstick up your a** And by the way, you get [Hook] - repeat 2X [Sen Dog] Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up This is hell boy [Gxt Rid] It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang [Sen Dog] What side is that Ridd? [B-Real] Can they kick it? Can they kick it? Yeah, can they kick it? I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it