Oh
Talk to them CPO

Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow
Occupation (looney motherfucker) set I claim (the Row)
So the first motherfucker that's caught up in the twist
Will be found in the depths of the Westbound
Take your place while we're here to lick raws
Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold
Sort of a jack episode if you will
I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still
See that be what the fuck a nigga mean
When I say you can't envision me (why?) 'Cause I can't be seen
Like Casper the Ghost, I creeps the most
'Cause I'm just so motherfuckin' sly, invisible to the eye
So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide
But there's really no escape from the nigga from this side
Which side? Westside
Layin' in the cut to gank your load
When we's in "Don't give a fuck" mode
See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get
So run motherfuckers 'fore you'se caught up in the sunsets
Bitch-made niggas best to keep that ass at home
'Cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong

Cruise into late night creep, a nigga gets his stroll
For seekin' out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts
Off to the spizznot, with chronic and fat knots
And them hoodrat hoes drop drawers to expose cock
Now I'm spot, emotions of a G
Girl, you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga
That's finna get paid on they block, think I ain't?
'Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock, fool
Now on the move to much higher and bigger things
Must be in it to win it 'cause I does them nigga things
My nuts is where they wanna swing and dangle on but now they roam
And no romance between us, so gets the fuck on
Bitch-made, nothin' for his nose, and meaner for tricks
I gots love for nothin' but my niggas and grip
So now you know, and I be's off into the moonlight
Puffin' the I-N-do

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong

Not sideways, enter the dwellin' of a fool
Ain't no nigga breathin' can fuck up my rule
I'm that same nigga police done sought
But no, a nigga never ever been caught, 'cause I'm just sneaky though
I'm oh-too-sneaky, for those who see me
I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely
Completely, a true blue G to my name
CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame

So if a nigga wanna breathe long, ha
Then the nigga best to ease on
That's how me and Nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga was
If they're steppin to me wrong, nigga gone
Bitch so late, you're gasping, it ain't shit
Kinda like that 'Llac bendin' corners, I ain't easy to hit
The O as in G they don't wanna see (right)
Peeps through the sight, them shrieks as me creeps the late night
Freeze up, raise up 'cause jackers on for your jizzle
If you sponge up your hair, motherfucker break yo' self
'Cause yo' foe is kinda sweet
I think I might have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee (that's right)
Be slippin' niggas up out of they shit like surgery
'Cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency
You know, so next time slang motherfuckin' thangs
Your shit'll be gone, fuck if you see me if I see you it's on

This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong

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Writer(s): Tony Green, Vince Edwards