In a quarter of a mile, take a left on Crip Street
Good God, jam

Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (this is a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')

I kicked, walked in oven on four-twenty deep
And a motherfucker iced out, pocket full of heat
Uncut, no smut, niggas try to run up
Barber shop cut linin' 'em up, I line the cut
Yeah, busters keep talkin' and I'm tyin' 'em up
Duct tape, gasoline, yeah, we firein' 'em up
Talkin' wack out yo' neck, get you check for respect
It's a promise, not a threat, we on deck in the West
Four-four dealers, lions and gorillas
Stars and fulfillers, cars and cap peelers
Bars and rap villains, ignor you wack niggas
You touched up the frame and fucked up the game, goddamn

Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (this is a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')

Now it can knock you off the hill, you feelin' froggish
Rats squeaking like you dyin' to squeal, we do you doggish
Me and Snoop mobbin' (proceed with caution)
Every word on the streets that you cowards involved with
Dangerous and reckless, infectious section
Hectic, rep it, nigga, learn your lesson
Hostile essence, a wild message
Nigga better speak highly in or out our presence, homie
'Cause we the gangbangin', rack packin'
Crippin' so we keep it crackin'
In the six tray Chevrolet or we Cadillacin'
Struck up my name and recut the game
You touched up the frame and fucked up the game, goddamn

Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (this is a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')

Diego, K, what it do?
Long Beach Club, we all blue (Westside)
Yes, I east in the Westside
San Diego to Long Beach, homie, this how we ride
From the surf to the turf, water sport
Take it on, break it down, bring it home, let it work
Keep yo' foot on they neck and stay good on the bet
And fuck around to give the hood the respect
That it deserve, I swerve in the fast lane
Run it through your kids so they all know your last name
I struck up the gang
And touched up the frame and fucked up the game, goddamn

Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (this is a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')
(Jam)

Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (this is a hold up) (jam)
Ain't nothin' funny (fall back)
Never put no smut up on my name (stop smilin')

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Dashawn Dew, Eric Barrier, Jerry Long, Kevin Gilliam, William Griffin