Paroles: King Tee. Down Ass Loc.

Well, it's the musically drunken King Tee with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove
Bust it out with act a fool

When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
Had to play the part for the G's on the block
So I bought a blue rag, bought a black glock

Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid
On [Unverified] and Central, where niggaz get mental
For a dollar, makin' punk niggaz holla

I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin' some 'gnac
While the homies stripped cars in the back
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc

So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain

So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain

Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
Tryin' to stay full while he's livin' in the slum
I used to bang on fools like I was goin' insane
From a notorious Compton gang

It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
'Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger
Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
For the homies that died and don't know why

It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
Makin' hard niggaz hit the deck
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc

So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain