Aw, yeah Right about now it's time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I Wait a minute, um This is the
drop out rolling a double R House full of happiness, **** and drank Way out so when trouble tried to find me can't Never visioned living longer than my twenty first Thought I'd locked
'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed off And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out For dissin',
I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit Gettin' take out, how you make out? You took the fake route, you oughta break out
a eastside party like we do Nobody, no one does it better Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
buck or two When he'd save just every penny In a jar that he was hiding He went out and bought his first guitar Brought it home, sneaked inside Locked
in nineteen twelve Locked inside the town's new jail Ruby carved a message in the stone When morning came, hacks lead her out In ankle chains right through the crowd
, if you a loudmouth, tryin' to wild out And we see just how you layin' And we peeped yo' style out When you chillin' out in front of your truck and get
didn't pay 'Lac And I know that he sold out Put something in my street sweeper And run in his house Knock a hole up out his pa chest And a tongue out
a house And to save one's soul from Hell One should be baptized and say vows A man of pride with the hammer told new God To build his house on own And
people livin in the train station Project war, spill the one verse four Lock the door, burn the disc now everybody hit the mutha fuckin floor They bustin out
time digs cool magazines..... flips through the pages of his mind day is gone but he keeps the 'blackflies' on Fred is in the house tries to be seen among the crowd
smoother than alopecia skin I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out And
trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's
Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out to get some. I come back,
thought shoppin spree winner Congratu-fucking-lations, I dropped it now you got it But it's only a matter of time before Waldo gets spotted Pulled out of the crowd
get fucked up [Kuniva] If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we see just how you laying And we peep your style out (You a punk) When you chilling out