4-Deep

Yeah nigga, back in yo face with the 20 gauge
My nigga Mike Mosley comin' doper than dope
Motherfuckas can't cope
C-Bo finna preach some street knowledge to you young niggas out there
You know what I'm sayin'
Put you up on what's goin' down in the nine-tre
So we gon' do this way, get sideways
On them motherfuckas like this, mayne

We hit the garage four deep then we backed out
Windows up in the cut, gettin' tacked out
Summertime vacation, hoes waitin'
For me to bend the block on them triple gold Daytons
But I ain't trippin' off of no groupie-ass hoochie
'Cause where I'm from they catch loogies
Free-loadin'-ass hoes on the bumper jockin'
As I hit the block fishtailin' and rockin'
Clownin' like a motherfucker, let the top down
Beat on pound, shakin' the whole town
Pull in the lot now that I'm livin' nappy
Fuck the stash spot, strapped with my Big Daddy
Liquor sto', here we go, got my four
On the side of my waist to be safe, just in case
A knucklehead punk try to jack
So I can step back, and bust him with my big MAC

Tryin' to survive in the streets, it's do or die
Rollin' four deep, strapped with my four-five

Got to be strapped, you know what I'm sayin'
'Cause motherfuckers comin' from all over to get these gold thangs
So I'ma live like this

We spiked up out the parkin' lot, drankin' lap
I see some niggas in a 'Vette givin' up dap
They smoked him up at the stop sign on breakin' gas
I hit the pedal, whipped the donut and half and shook my ass
That's when I cracked my top, crazy horse of course
Bo's with the drunk-drivin' sport
But I'ma keep it low profile
Between my lap, look at the cops and smile
I try to block the evil thoughts in my head
Creepin' close range, pullin' a gat, leavin' 'em dead
But I think I'll take the other route
Which is the under route, muggin' as I turn my music down
'Cause they can't stand to see four black Gs
Highsidin' in a drop livin' nappy
But let the Bo' Loc get further
Before they have me AWOL for a murder
Dub passed the pigeon dome from the back seat
Dang deep, hit it for ten, hold it for twenty
Exhale the smoke, I feel the chronic tears drop
Slowly down my cheek, as I choke
I had to pull to the curb, because of the herb
Got my forty-five, paranoid, Heisenberg

Tryin' to survive in the streets, it's do or die
Rollin' four deep, strapped with my four-five

Man, I hit the motherfuckin' car
And they can't even handle the motherfuckin' thing
Come on, man, let's go

Breakin' 'em off proper for the nine-tre
Pack a chopper, creep on my prey with the AK
If you act hungry, I'll pull the Glock and feed ya
But I'm four deep, so the Bo' don't need ya
Pray to ya Lord as I come through the front door
Now I'm in the house, every song's hardcore
Tape in the deck, fat-ass respect
Anyone that move, T snapped they neck
Just another G from the dark streets
Where shadows get beat down to the concrete
We pull the hoo-rides on the under
'Cause underground funk make the white punks wonder
How did we pump five thousand heads in one night
In just another motherfuckin' no-tre summer side
Turn my back to the crowd, sayin' I'm foul
'Cause they know that Bo been at this gangsta shit for a while
So I keep my crowd hype
Pull out the nine and make the crowd jump twice, twice
Then we four deep, Audi five-smokin'
Block to block, they hear the gold thangs chokin'

Tryin' to survive in the streets, it's do or die
Rollin' four deep, strapped with my four-five
Tryin' to survive in the streets, it's do or die
Rollin' four deep, strapped with my four-five