Young Drummer Boy - f** You Wanna Bee's lyrics

[Intro] Hello? You Said What? *Laughs* I Took A Picture With Your Baby's Mom? [Hook 1] This Is For The Real G's f** You Wannabes Where The Bad b**hes At? Put 'Em Right In Front Of Me This L.A. Til The Day I Die This California Til The Day I Die b**h Til The Day I Die [Verse 1; King Lil G] Til The Day I Die Posted With My Dodger Blue Enemies Could Die Slow It's Always Been My Attitude Ready To Take Your b**h Out On A Hot Date Some Of Them Be Livin' Local And Some Of Them Livin' Out Of State You Can Hate On The King While I Celebrate South Side Flowing Through My Blood Rolling Through My Veins My Team's Strong The Weed Strong Chile Walked In With Some Hoes I'm Trying To Creep On I Do It For My People With That Brown Pride Taking It Back To Days When You Was Bumping Out Your Alpine Bodies On The Floor Murder Outline Boys Incarcerated Eating Food When It's Chow Time But It's L.A. On Mine I Told You Soldiers Don't Die California Holdin' My Pride My Homie Drinkin' Them Fortys While Police Posted Outside This For Drummer Boy For The Instrumental Supply [Hook 2] This Is For The Real G's f** You Wannabes Where The Bad b**hes At? Put 'Em Right In Front Of Me This L.A. Til The Day I Die This California Til The Day I Die b**h Til The Day I Die L.A. Tell Me Where You At Til The Day I Die O.C. Now Tell Me Where At Til The Day I Die 818 Yeah Tell Me Where You At Til The Day I Die 805 What? Tell Me Where You At Til The Day I Die [Verse 2: 2Tone] Hurr Up I'm Bout To Make This Place Turn Up Hit The Light Switch In This b**h With The Burner Another Day Another Dollar Another Beat Is Bloody Murder Tony Deuces Coming Through Watch All These b**hes Pull They Skirt Up Word Up I'm Only Cutting If It's Major Megan Fox Status Or Unless The b**h Has Paper Only Way I'm Going Out Is With A Cross Fade So Tell Me If I'm Living Wrong When I Die Then Play This Song And Say Tone Held It Down For His Street Block Victoria Ass Out Gabe Down On D-Block Me & Lil G Be The Kings Of This G-Hop Been Known To Get Hoes On All Fours And Hear They Knees Pop Yeah I Smoke Good & Eat, Party When I'm With The Sucios It Ain't Nothing But A Gangster Party You Can See It In My Eyes I'm A Put It Down For L.A. b**h Yeah Til The Day I Die [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Young Drummer Boy]: Til The Day I Die I'm Chilling Where The Birds At Make A Few Ends Then I Smoke Where The Herbs At? Man I Gets High Hear This Every Day Spend Little Money On My Watch No Chain Homies That I'm With All Rep The Same Gang And They All Yelling Out Money Ain't A Thang Smoking On Loud Yeah I Mean The Loud Pack I Ain't Gotta Tell You Where It Is But I Got That Out In L.A. Back To The P Where Ever I Be Yeah Thats Where They Be All Up On The Block Ask 'Em Where The Bud At? Older Homies Still On Parole And They Love That b**hes Stay Fly I Ain't Gotta Say That f**ing With My Money Or My Team I Don't Play That It's On Every Day And It's On Mine Ask Me What I Do It For? This How I Reply Yeah