claiming South Central wait You ain't from my hood, y'all hoes from South Gate Coming with a voice high pitched The "B" in B-Real must stand for bitch
somethin Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights [Chorus: repeat 2X]
offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B
Who want rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me? You catch Bleek in B.K. (or) down in L.A. With my W and E up nigga,
zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (2x) Let it rain King Tee do your thing Verse 2: [King Tee] When the Likwit hits my soul I
dying to create beef But let me get on with my story so that all of y'all can peep Once again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale Playin' 2K2
check it The elevated trainline of the day linin the A Where I first encountered the likes of Baby168 Stan, Iz the Wiz, K56, T.K.A Kingpin throwups
Yeah this the remix Chorus (Fat Pat) Swang and I swang and I swang to the left Pop-pop my trunk yep yep yep yep (x4) Verse 1 (Big Pokey) These b***hes
y'kno you scared and I know you is You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the Juvenile Come in through your door
southern deuce today It's Dub K Chiefin' on some lovely And we on the boulevard actin' ugly We gon' Chorus (Fat Pat) Verse 3 (Trae) ABN is my type of nature my understanding
To be learnin' our 'ABC's'" "No" "Yes, thats right, can you say 'A'?" "Nine" "Can you say 'B'?" "Twenty-seven" "Just listen" (A) Alphabetically attack with actual actions (B
didn't I serve my time Remember who gave you rewind While they're tellin' me that I'm too R&B How I turned right back up the whole U.K. garage scene
right over my shoulder). I can't live with you all up in my grill (my grill). I don't uncerstand , I wish that you could just chill. [B R E A K D O
's up nigga? (What's up) Act like you know who this is If you don't know who this is nigga It's Lil' B. Gizzle, it ain't B. Geezie no more You understand
Roc could 'cause traffic Who want rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me? You catch Bleek in B.K. or down in L.A. With
come and take a ride on the paranormal side (K.C. Thomas) aiyo wassup yo it's me yo wassup K.C. Thomas represents the T-dot the O-dot K.C. rock the
f**k I gotta give my f**k offs f**k you to the San FranCisco police department f**k you to the Marin County Sheriff department f**k you to the F.B.I f**k
(parody of "Secret Love" by Doris Day, from the movie "Calamity Jane") Once I had a secret code, Where A was B, and B was G. G was K, and K was J; And