[Intro]
Yeah
Guess who's back? Death Row
Darren, the beat banger, Vegas
You know me
Wait, who?

[Verse]
They sayin' Crooked I's too laid back, n***a, I do raise gats
Don't make me open up your Kool Aid pack
I'm married to carryin' chrome, i'm married to chasin' the paper
Even if it's runnin' quick as Marion Jones
I'm wearin' a Smith & Wesson like it's part of my dress code
I'm dressed to kill, that's why they call it a wardrobe
The boss is back, to floss a 'Lac
With enough beat in the back, to snap California off the map
I knock you awkward for talkin' smack
I'm awful, I'm often strapped
I walk in black, I'm raw
The law thinkin' I'm a cocaine dealer
Got a pistol with a Rogaine trigger
Now, that's here
Somebodys flow came iller? Well, that's rare
Just let Tha Row make skrilla, now, that's fair
I put you off in a coffin
I'm still that tyrannosaurus stalkin'
Walkin' thesaurus, talkin'
Off in a raw dawg [?]
I get pissed off and I pistol whip you for you Walkman
Put this in and bang till it's finished
Spit game with the language of a menace
I'm dangerous as a dentist, high off hallucinogenics
Mind of a biochemist
Smart as a nuclear physicist
So sharp, you could use me as scissors
My Uzi is vicious
You say that you're ruthless
But I'm truly suspicious
But I move with the booshiest bitches
Choose me a Miss
Leave her coochie in stitches
Never juice me for riches
Never confuse me for snitches
What type of shit ya on?
Look at me wrong, I'll split ya dome (Holla)
Dysfunktional Family, the muthafuckin' soundtrack
It's comin' to a hood near you
Say Hi To The Bad Guy, West Coast classic
It's comin' to a hood near you
Near you, n***a
Death Row in this muthafucka
Everytime you see that logo, scoop that shit up, it's fire
You know what the fuck I'm talkin' about
It's comin' to a hood near you