Watch your mouth never speak on what you not know,
I'm from the west coast I turn his face into a pothole,
15 deep niggas creepin' in da tahoe,
Lets see you act macho when I pull the burner on you
Sideways like a taco,
Rap niggas we all talk like
Trunk full of cargo,
Dry like Barstow,
Arsenal run up on em,
Get up on em,
Drill em with the clips,
Niggas gon respect mine,
I run this whole shit,
Crip rag in my pocket, three eighty on my hip,
But back to this hip hop,
Who next on the list,
Gangstas don't kiss we get old and die rich,
I smoke till I'm sleep,
Crush these niggas with my fist,
Your daddy was a coward you's a son of a bitch,
So back to the glock with the infra-blue clip,
We hit licks and gang bang,
You on some T-Pain shit,
Chop the pop and 20 crip
Watch the flame til its whip
Then I'm back to the block shit,
Brack shit, hot shit,
Hit em in the chest,
Thug run up in his pockets,
Mis-representing sock em in his eye socket,
I sat back and let you little niggas make your profits,
Nonsense I'm watching hoes out of pocket,
You heard what they say,
Don't block it till you knock it,
You stole my whole style, I'm bout to take you fools hostage,
Brrah, brrah,

From the looks to the hooks,
I'm looking at these new niggas flicking through my book,
There's only one king, you a pawn or a rook,
I got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot,
So beef with me its none, nigga done south huh
I throw a bullet at ya who gon' catch it nigga duck,
Then send the goons at ya, turn ya weapons into dust,
You against me its like trying to fight a bus,
I'm at the B.E.T. awards sitting in disgust,
Its still a G-thing but yet they wanna be us,
They wanna be Daz, they wanna be Kurupt,
Cash on delivery money up front,
Yeah bubble kush out a purple blunt,
Who's the best nigga circle one,
Snoop Dogg
I'm large in the streets,
My arms and my feets knee deep in the game,
I'm the best on the beat, let you little nigga speak
And run for a treat, muthafucking beast
All y'all niggas owe me until you rest in peace,
And that's our D.P.G. mutha fucker,

That's real shit man,
How the fuck you gon keep having these award shows out here
On the west coast
When ain't no mutha fuckers from the west coast winning no awards,
Nigga, its like that, its just like that,
We showed you niggas how to do this shit.

Writer : BROADUS, CALVIN / LAMB, DOMINICK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing