Songtexte
So
this
is
what
I'm
a
do
man,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'
I'm
a
get
each
of
you
niggaz,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'
From
the
bay
by
the
be-ball
piece,
when
you
see
this
nigga
You
know
what
I'm
sayin',
I
want
y'all
to
whoop
his
bitch
ass
Man
you
know
what
I'm
sayin,
beat
his
motha
fuckin
ass
To
the
ground
like
a
motherfucker
man
fuck
this
bitch
ass
See
this
how
ass
kickin'
get
down,
your
boys
get
(Beat
down!)
Your
bitches
get
(Beat
down!)
Your
brothers
get
(Beat
down!)
Your
mothers
get
(Beat
down!)
Your
cousins
get
(Beat
down!)
And
any
nigga
that
try
to
clown
we
leavin'
em
on
the
ground
'Cause
we
stomp
a
hole,
until
his
ass
throw
up,
and
after
that
Them
signs
is
gettin'
thrown
up,
I'm
answer
to
the
right
I'm
answer
to
the
left,
we
snatchin'
your
chain
and
check
Your
pockets
'till
nothin'
left
I'm
a
crunk
this
nigga
though,
treat
'em
like
a
hoe
Ask
these
lil'
bitches
what
the
fuck
they
hittin'
for
Crunchy
ain't
a
hoe,
and
Crunchy
can't
go,
and
Crunchy
ain't
a
nigga
that
you
want
to
fuck
with
low
If
you
didn't
know,
then
nigga
you
can
know,
then
meet
me
Down
foo
in
the
middle
of
the
floor,
I'ma
break
it
down
slow
And
fill
you
up
with
dro,
and
smoke
a
little
that
'till
I
Can't
smoke
no
more
I'm
gon'
whoop
this
nigga
I'm
gon'
whoop
this
nigga
I'm
gon'
take
it
outside
click
click
(Boom!)
with
the
trigger
I'm
gon'
rob
this
boy,
I'm
gon'
mob
this
boy
I'm
gon'
call
the
fuckin
killers
do
a
job
on
this
boy
We
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor,
we
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor
We
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor,
we
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor
We
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor,
we
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor
We
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor,
we
gon'
beat
em
to
the
floor
You
don't
know
what
just
happened
You
suffering
from
a
fracture
You
rebel
let
me
catch
you,
I'll
beat
you
belly
bastard
You
have
a
bad
concussion,
from
tripple
six
bone
rushin'
You
all
beat
up
and
busted,
you
shouldn't
have
pressed
that
button
You
all
bloody
and
bumy,
you
yellin'
for
you
mommy
And
people
think
its
funny,
quit
tryin'
to
out
run
me
Your
eyes
are
blue
and
black
and,
your
clothes
are
ripped
and
tackin'
You
thought
that
you
could
hack
it,
you
shouldn't
have
wore
that
jacket
'Cause
I
wreck
it,
smith
and
west
and
my
weapon,
we
steppin'
To
let
the
still
meet
your
chest
and,
don't
play
with
these
killers
They
come
from
those
parts,
the
north
where
niggaz
be
pullin'
The
whole
cart,
so
mista
big
playa
mista
big
time
playa
You
got
the
shit
on
lock
why
you
on
my
dick
Like
a
bitch
walkin'
around
like
you
stone
high
Hollow
tip
bullets
don't
die,
nigga
they
multiply
I'm
gon'
whoop
this
nigga
I'm
gon'
whoop
this
nigga
I'm
gon'
take
it
outside
click
click
(Boom!)
with
the
trigger
I'm
gon'
rob
this
boy,
I'm
gon'
mob
this
boy
I'm
gon'
call
the
fuckin
killers
do
a
job
on
this
boy
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19 Outro - Explicit Album Version
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