Straight bumping

Tell the homie roll up the weed

Finna′ crack another seal while he(?)

Used to be the plug still I probably got what you need

And if anybody trippin' pistol under the seat

Used to get our bands up selling shit (?)

Making just as much a day as you would make in a week

Only ballin′ with the G's cause the rest goin' squeak

I be sniffing hella case to make it harder to think

Why the fuck you tryna′ flex

Y′all ain't balling at all

Every-time you get a check you blow it all at the mall

Rappers say a lotta shit but now they back on the ball

You don′t want the beef bitch

All it take is a call

And he doing street shit but you won't keep it (?)

Probably be the pussy boy to go and snitch on his dogs

We not fucking with police

Never fuck with the hoes

All my brothers keep it solid never fuck with the law

Shorty shit be getting (?) in the city we live in

Lost some homies to the streets a couple locked up in prison

Heard you talk about the money but you don′t really get it

I been hustling since a youngin' OG gave me the vision

Put it down for my city

19 on phone got it tatted on my stomach 17 years old

I been on a money mission getting my city known

Shout out to the big homie OG C Loccs

Just bangin′ and slangin'

What's the word on the street?

Here in southern California where you gotta′ pack heat

It′s the west on my chest where we do it the best

Come to south San Diego put your nuts to your chest

But who knew that you foo's from the land of the lost

Would take this shit to a level where we ran from the law

Riding through my city just enjoying the breeze

When I pull up in the Lex like a 100 degrees

OG′s taught me well straight (?)

Being down and crazy taking hits of the bong

Standing tall on my Nikes

Staying away from you uglies

My mind's all cloudy from the (?)

No bail from hell so free my cuz in the pin

Affiliated, designated from the tatts on my skin

My bullets don′t grace they tip they hit

Two Nines, AK's, extended clips

From ghetto turf wars

To the powder that sells

Since A youngin′ I was known to cause some hell

Man I used to believe when a bitch told me she loved me

Instead of wasting time with that bitch I could've been making money

But see my player situation kept my pimping head strong

And since a youngster I was known to never trust on a hoe

No time for no weakness

I always land on my feet

And this one goes out to the homies on the 31st Street

Motherfuckers