[Interlude: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, this music thang, I do it 'cause my kids gotta eat, you know?
Bullet Mac, you know what I'm sayin', much love, ha ha
To my Blocc n***a, you know, D-Dubb, n***a
N***a started the 4, you know
And that n***a Terry Joe, keepin' that old dirt goin', you know
That n***a Tom Tom, initiatin' muh'fuckas
Slim Dog, Len Dog, Shooter
Them motherfuckers from the X family, you know, Big X, Little X, Baby X
Them n***as Psycho, One and Two, Pee Wee, you know
My n***as from Locc 2 Da Brain, Big Dan, Baby Reg
B-Flat, COS, you know what I'm sayin', Kareem
Y'all n***as takin' 'em for the Locc 2 Da Brain, you know what I'm sayin'
Them n***as from the Sicc Bay, them motherfuckers
Coochie, you know, T-La, Emo runnin' that shit
Y'all better let me do some cuts, muh'fucker, high-ass muh'fuckers
You know what I'm sayin', my n***a Sicx
You know no one n***a created that old sicc shit, n***a, you know that shit
We was sicc from the get, n***a, you know
To my n***a C-Bo, here's some more love, n***a
Get the hint, n***a, you know what I'm sayin'
Ms. Marvaless, keep doin' that shit, homie, you ain't no joke
Thanks for the love, you know what I'm sayin'
My n***a Loki, they can't feel you right now, n***a, you know
But don't trip, we gon' fuck them n***as' brains up, you know
My n***a AC, Blacc, RJ
4 Loko, you know we ain't vocal but that's alright, n***a, you got much love
That n***a Marcus, what's up, n***a
Dave, my cousin Emil in the Rat Pack, n***a
We gon' hook up and do some shit, you know
Vernon Tidwell, n***a, don't even trip, n***a, it's all good
That n***a Hollis
Them n***as in the Bay Area, you know what I'm sayin'
E-40, Mac Mall, B-Legit
My n***as South Central Cartel, you know
To my n***a Hystables, you know what I'm sayin', what up, n***a
That n***a Cisco, stay drunk, n***a, stay drunk
That n***a Lowdown, Emory, White Boy B, you know what I'm sayin'
Clean your house, motherfucker, ha ha ha
That n***a Rabbit's in this motherfucker
My n***a Charles, you shoulda kept both those hoes, n***a
My n***a Arc B, fuckin' them hoes, wit' a ooh, wit' a ooh
Big ass Andrew, n***a, what's up, n***a
All the Mann family, you know what I'm sayin', my momma
Oh, I forgot my little n***a, little Sicx
TJ, you know what I'm sayin', and the new one
My n***as Moe Green, G-Man, what's up, n***a
If I forgot muh'fuckas, then, hey, shit, your name'll probably be on the album cover, you know
It's all good, you know
But one thing, I ain't sweatin' no hoes, n***a; I ain't sweatin' no hoes
All I need them motherfuckers for is to pay me
You shoot a motherfuckin' n***a, bitch, pay me
You fuck a n***a, pay me
You rob a n***a, pay me, you know what I'm sayin'
If you ever fall in love with another n***a, you better love payin' me
'Cause all I want is the money, you know what I'm sayin'
You could love another n***a, 'cause I don't love them toes
You know what I'm sayin'
So you could lose y'all motherfuckin' self, I'll gain me a couple more
You know what I'm sayin'
So I'm 'bout out this motherfucker, I'm kinda like out
Fuck peace, hoes, and flat tops
[Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung & Woman]
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
N***a, look at this shit
(You wanna go out, honey?)
This drunk-ass, fat-ass bitch
(Come here, cutie. Hey, come here)
Hell nah
(Did you hear what I said? I said come here)
Bitch, I said hell nah
(Come here, daddy)
Look at this bitch
(Uh, you look so good)
Shut up, bitch *gunshots*