I've got three striped squares I can't get away from. No four walls to call my own. I feel like doing this is bad for my state of mind. But one thing
Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand Cause everything he believes in is shattered What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway
or compensation I'll show it all through a demonstration of unapologetic, sincere demeanor so you'll recognize I'm for real here. I'm not reinventing, don't call
dirty I kiss my Grandma Goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my
high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop I can'
away, I'm looking for the gun in your house To kill your family for some shit they ain't know nothing about We running the south, while other niggas running
praaayyy) Oakland Can't forget Oaktown (But on our block we still praaayyy) That's my block for sure And all the other blocks around this motherfucker ... Houston
mornin' come up short with my money And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch (what you say) (You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggaz But
phone You know them G's they be hollerin' 'Specially them hot ones Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston to New Orleans When they see me they be like, "Yo, B, let me call
video phone You know them G's, they be hollerin', 'specially them hot ones Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston to New Orleans When they see me they be like, yo B let me call
from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston
I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I fuck your bitch when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga
[Neptunes] Earth to your brain Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, Houston I think we have a problem Yo, yo, I think we have a problem Yo, yo, we have a problem Yo
phone You know them G's they be hollerin' 'Specially them hot ones Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston to New Orleans When they see me they be like, \"Yo, B, let me call
