Whats up nephew? Sitting here chopping game, my nigga Bad Azz Niggas get the misconception of us cause we so cold at what we do But I really wanna let niggas know what's happening though You feel me?
[Chorus] Now I don't want anybody to get the wrong idea about me I don't have nothing to hide I want the world to see, I'm a gangsta gangsta Gangsta niggas do your dance (C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah) Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers See we smoke and go hoeing cause the bitch ain't never shit to me and pussy stay selling, so I never let it get to me The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials We credible individuals, ahead of you we original Better known as criminals, thugging off on the stereo Killing 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though Fuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower While, you get nothing, we keep getting more Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top Hit hit the switch and smash down the block And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga And don't never get the wrong idea nigga (Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang in the hood and in Hollywood Record company executives think it's all to the good Get to showing me around they house, then he slide me in the back and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out man I'm down with P, and D-R-E A real nigga from the motherfucking L.B.C. I just look like this, I stay down for the twist I'm real with this, deep as abyss I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit