Trial of the Golden Witch - Like lyrics

[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