[Verse 1] Head Nodding,car dodging,lane switching Yellow diamonds custom j**lery 12 in my rear view trying to get me Bad b**h no panties sitting near And i swear she something serious Im in this skyline GT its all red like the Gang my pops banged in 83 You can find me in the city by the sea Where Filthy Pac said talk gwap or don't speak But in 8th grade i was yelling pushaz ink Smashing down rosecrans like a n***a PC Cause i done hit a lick for about 10gz Layne hit my phone like boy you on Tv I said boy boy sheesh might be 23 till im back To the streets till im back on the scene Still searching for the lime light Wait let me get my lines right taking my time Getting my mind right getting my moms right We still hustle for the big whops AK's pull out like pit stops 8k's four days block been hot,big tymers want Cash Money instant No window to piss out we missed routes and picked Vices and habits that made the pigs hot So they sizzled and came down like pin drops Had to reject bounce back or get got Summertime you ice cold your wrist cost Think bout it you ice cold your wrist cost Theyll bring heaters can't freeze em sound like a big lost Im ten toes don't try to ball you'll get mossed Your legs shaking your head bobbing that's Kris Cross, you big talk i know about ya Ya big talk i heard about ya Ya big talk whats the word bout ya Bring the hoe out ya Bring the ghost out ya We ain't friendly, quick right,screeching from the tires Sirens still beside me.f**! whats a n***a gotta do so im shooting from the 3 And the 12 is my hoop looked at the dash 120 in the coupe Road block ahead ima ram right through Brrrrrrrrrrr what happened to that boy Brrrrrrrrrrr what got to that boy From the screen like damn they gon shoot that boy To live and die in LA Bullets shatter through the paint Mami dead where she lay Amen say my grace Let my life fade away Let my life fade away To live and die in LA