P.S.D. - Uninvited lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' I guess it's time to go and do that Looie sh** Stopped at the spot and then hit the sto' Because the gin and ice got me perkin' in the studio When I hit the spot tops drop Glocks co*ked I hope it ain't no funk cause the Looies on the block Hope you're givin' up love, or givin' up dap The homie from the Looies is quick to pull your cap [Verse 2] Thirty-one double-O-seven was the code I got hit wit' I guess it's time to go and do some more Looie sh** Gotta hit the store and get me a Vega Cause you know when a Looie smoke, a Looie smoke major We push in doors, snatch C-U drawers Took over stores and mack punk trick who*es My Looies done paged and I'm smashin' Blowin' big bomb in a fashion We be doin' this sh** with a pa**ion And your b**h blew me off for straight mackin' [Verse 3] Now what you gone do when I hit that C-U Give up the money or get Big Bar after you Ric' ain't for play, the Glock is gone spit And chop a n***a like a trick Crestside n***a on the real-a, all about my scrilla Dope rhymesayer out the town an- (and I'm a peel ya?) So don't test the thirty-one double-O-seven vet Wreck the playa haters off they set Back 'em up cause ain't nathan but that C-side And we ride so deep, playa hatas run and hide It's high performance when we slide You might catch me in that fifty drive Crestside n***a in this game it won't stop Back 'em up, cause n***as know we hiccup Them fifty-caliber Eagles, dumpin' out that Regal It's Rico, you know, nathan nice from the North Pole Backin' n***as down for real, that's how I get that scrill [Verse 4] Damn, I left my mask at home Should I straight face this fool or just leave 'em alone? Nah, it ain't like that It's the Looie Crew n***a and I'm out to get fat Fat is what I'm talkin' bout, a hundred Gs or betta' Witnesses, they'll all get wet up Uh! Nobody left to tell All you snitch a** n***as get sent straight to Hell Uh! [Hook] Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie Looie, Looie, Looie, Looie [Verse 5: Mac Dre] I used to sell yayo on the streets of the three Cs But now I slang game on ca**ettes and CDs I rips and flips cats with stacks of raw raps Attack them saps that steady flaps and jaw-jack I'm all that, and I got Mac Mall's back Fumbled in ninety-two but now I got the ball back And runnin' s**as over with that R-A-P Cause I'm the M-V-P, and a G, from the V They can't see me cause I'm in too deep Sellin' em half a million like my boy Jay Tee And really representin' that Northern Cali, hoe I'm from the Crest, north side of Vally-joe Up from the O, down to San Jo' Up to Sacto, up to Frisco Everybody knows Mac Dre's a factor Takin' this rap thang to the next chapter I rap to funky beats that rock ya Made by Khayree, brotha of the Rocker I sock ya with these blows of game That's potent like a joint of that doja mayne Doja mayne, doja mayne It's the Looie Crew n***a, never f** with caine [Hook] Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew What you gonna do when [?] come for you? Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew, Looie Crew What you gonna do when [?] come for you? [Chorus] I ride by with my fists high in the sky And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies I ride by with my fists high in the sky And bust U-ies, and only smoke with the Looies [Shout Outs]