Leave the angels in the city" Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid California king, wrestle gators in the Everglades Drive up out that muthafuckin swamp in the Escalade So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate Dre beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate I'm a give em hurricanes until another Levee break You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate When a nigga whack, found me shit, I was selling weight Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate Performing in front of millions, nigga, every race 6-4 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape 4th album, no 5 mics? Then let em hate But I'm not stopping til I'm the king in every state Recognize my life, ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Familiar with cartwright, cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull When the needle drops. For the record, I'm a wreck it, even if my record don't pop I'm a tie a knot on a Downtown building Let it toll behind me tell em they can find me In the dark with the ghetto children Look at my heart, nigga fuck your feelings This is me! I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died" Can't you hear my heart beating? That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God I'm his son, it says in Psalms, you come at me Then I can split you with this Tommy gun You won't have time to run, I'm from the Compton slums And that's how the West ride I'm from the city where 2 of the best died Rest in peace to both of em, spit like I'm the ghost of em Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of em Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of em Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5 Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package Came with LAX, since critics said it was average I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke And this is what you all been waiting for I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84 Shake you like Haiti's floor Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy? " Shots in that Mercedes door Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or That be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more But I still owe Jimmy one more album The best the West has ever seen - no disrespect to Calvin And I wear a pendant on my shoulder Soldier, like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted Got pulled over, Johnny always lock a nigga down Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime Thug life is now on radar Til the federal come through and raid ours Reminiscing on the LA Raiders Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion Trying, and I mean that shit Game came through, put the city on his back I was in the city, where a nigga had seen that shit "Compton! ", a nigga gotta scream that shit Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody seen that shit

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, like I ran out of tears when I was 18 So nobody made me but the main streets 'Cause too many people think they made me Well, if they really made me then replace me Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress I feel like Moses, I feel like I'm chosen And if you ain't my nigga then your girl single to me I don't give a damn if a nigga said he knew me Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldn't touch me I know you wish that nobody ever love me I feel useless when I'm never makin' money Well, this the life we always fantasized Rich folk problem through a Queen Street nigga's eyes Every time you see me pullin' up in Aventadors Just know we been grindin' on them sidewalks Sidewalks saved my life They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on Say, say, say I come from murder one, brung late night melee Say, say, say We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae-bae Say, say, say Trippin' off Dyke, and my name strike with payday Say, say, say Flippin' blue lightnin', tightenin', strapped with AK Say, say, say OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways How to segue, pussy, power, profit, and headache I reminisce my life innocence or life innocent or life intimate, with fame Light limo tint with light women, dark women in it, awe Kenny, good game She wanna hang with a Starboy The sun and the moon and star, boy Astronomer, anonymous I line 'em up, we grind 'em up, there's nine of us And five of us have probably fucked She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts, boy 20 legs, arms, head (head) Head, head, and more head (head) Oh, God, bless the dead (yah) I'm livin' life, high off life I wear my chokes off to bed I'm the greatest nigga, why you scared to say it? I wanna rock, I wanna rock I wanna cop more land, I never stop I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain't one Break everythin', I'm a hustler, came from Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They don't ever lie Sidewalks saved my life (sidewalks saved my life) They showed me all the signs They don't let me down But they lead me on And they don't let me down But they lead me on And they lead me on

Hootie Hoo Follow the funk from the skunk And the dank that is crunk in the Dungeon (boy) It goes on and on and on, like that Goin' out to the Jeeps and the hoes in the 'Lac Ah suki, suki All day, err'day, any day, every damn day I be thinkin about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp I used to slang a fat rock, but now I'm servin hemp I never even smoked a gram of crack, but yo, I'm dope Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky 'cause it's on So each one, teach one, I be claimin' true To East Point and College Park and the things I used to do Around A-T-L, home of the pimps and the money makers Club Nikki's, Magic City and them Southern players I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So hallelujah, hallelujah One for the players at the crib, drinking drinks And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I make Hootie Hoo Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Now playin' these bitches is my favorite sport But ain't no game when they be callin' yo' name in the court Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright Got a obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight That it's bustin' out the scenes, yes sir, I'm set Oh, but let me tuck the 380 before I jet Hops off in the 'Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo) Communication device dun went off twice Should I answer the call? Yes, I'm mackin' 'em all We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's Ball Well, it's Player's Ball two, so I guess I call you Later on, and then your whole crew can fall through Now later on done got here I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got here? Draws, fallin' down like niggas in a drive-by I got up in them hoes and I told 'em "Bye-bye" About two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit Talkin' 'bout her period late, guess what I did Click Naw, it couldn't be me, not me, no Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Yeah Uh, well you know we gettin' blizzard 'Cause we got that chicken gizzard In the Dungeon and scope but some of you niggas can't cope wit' it So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't stop From the streets of A-T-L to the slums of College Park So got on Martino, it's Outkast for the '94 era You heard the player's call, we takin' it to another level So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of that Martel And you may go to hell Set sail with a nigga from A-T-L, Southwest that is It's that Southern cess in yo' chest that is One mo' gen for my friend who don't take No bullshit from no bitch who is stank I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will pay you Silly of you to think that I would, but I will lay you Down like some bo-los, you can throw those Head, 'til I'm dead, yes, it's now yo' broke hoes Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit But if you fall in this category, then you's a bitch Hootie Hoo Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on my right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Yeah Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, André's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo) Hootie Hoo Big Boi's on my left, big Dre's on that right Tight like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Staring back at you Did you see my lips Or were you smiling right in front of me Your father called my name Then he smiled with great relief 'Cause it wasn't me that you were clinging to He made you turn around You do that thing you do And then you laughed with me I don't know (I don't know) What I can't see (I can't see) I don't know but I'm makin' time to call I don't know (I don't know) What I can't see (I can't see) I don't know but she's watching me... leave Just wish they'd turn around Just wish they'd try to see But they don't understand and that's alright with me I'm leaving now Going down to Tucker's Town Where I can lie for free Nobody stares at me And I'd love to hurt the population She called last night I said "I'm about to leave" Then I heard him scream... "I'll pack your bags" 'cause I don't know (I don't know) What I can't see (I can't see) I don't know but I'm makin' time to call I don't know (I don't know) What I can't see (I can't see) I don't know but I'm leaving here To see the world through your Rosy glasses I'll teach you to fly but they teach greed We live the belt but I can bleed I don't know, what I can't see I don't know, what I can't see I don't know (I don't know) What I can't see (I can't see) I don't know... I don't know... What I can't see I don't know, I, I, I, oh What I can't see, what I can't see I said I don't know, I... What I can't see I don't know I, I, I, I, I...