This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Yeah, I got the codeine Might pull up in my bucket This nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin Just made a mill and still thuggin' Niggas banged on me, but they should've shot me See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him Court date, but I skipped the bail Rather wig myself before I sit in jail Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch I'm apocalypse to your politics Might cop the Phantom, get ghost I can pay your bills with this coke Need an extra band for this smoke I can see for miles with this scope, nigga Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer Misses Piggy want a piggyback Rock cremation then called it crack I'mma keep on eating 'til my ankles fat Sell that fix, throw it cross the map Push my penis in between her lap Put my semen all down her throat 'Til Tito kilos come off that boat This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow Speeding through the yellow lights She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights And I'd be dodging the police, when I was poor with no lights When I was poor with potential, watch my flow in four inches Oh Lord, she in Christians, all gold on my Adventist Pull it down and she kiss it, all gold where my wrists is God there's just no convincing Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted Moving my whip down the boulevard Word round town I was selling hard Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo Hit her on the floor and then I lay low Amigos say "Que pasa with the pesos?" Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) And when I pull up to the valet You know I got the strippers on payroll! This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want 100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want

(Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance (Ayy) Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look) Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real) These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh) I was ten-and-two on Central Tryna make my dream come true (I was) Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh) I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact) Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh) Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah) I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah) Was a fade away from banging the ECC The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Get up off your ass Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah) Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) Gotta go hard in the paint Gotta night-ride when they call it a day All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah) We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) On the block, they done locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) Yeah, ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Ho (Wait a minute) Same song, new dance Same song, new dance, ho Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up You know that the flow is nuclear Since the moment of birth, I was chosen My soul had a glow that was blinding them all The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them That was the origin Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his Snap G, word to Tricky T Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk That's where I was raised Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it 'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat Grandma made a name this big Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats Creating waves with the sound I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes Grabbed the mic and never put it down Soon as he hit record, I transformed I was now a god in man form I was no longer me, but much more Close my eyes and I swear to God I see fans in the stands demand an encore Standing up with they hands up Henceforth, I stole the show, yo The moment I open my eyes, I committed Pun intended, I was sold Wait for it, Soul! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!