Boom Yeah Fuck formalities, brand new strategy A nigga booked everywhere, but here is where I'd rather be Bagging up my sanity, purple strain, vanity Another casualty, bad bitch under my canopy I know you new to this, baby, but understandably I'm true to this Ludacris, so tell me what's your fantasy The pandering, slandering, none of that shit damage me The man you see is nothing compared to the man I plan to be Uh, yeah, nigga, look at Daddy Warbucks Huh, I pro'ly had your auntie on my tour bus Multi-Platinum gangster shit Who did it before us? Just another motherfucking California gold rush Blue strip, red light district with my toes up Better late than never, just be glad a nigga showed up Wheels spinning in the intersection doing donuts Waiting for me to fall off, get your motherfucking hopes up Bitch, please I know you want it Here come your moment Just get up on and ride, ride, ride I can't control it I'm tryna do this every night, night, night Bitches watching, niggas hating Having broke-ass conversations I been rolling, I been smoking Doc prescribe that medication In the book of niggalations (Thou shalt not fuck with my paper) If I find out your location It's gon' be a sticky situation Shit, yeah Bitch, you tryna throw something, show something, roll something These bitches tryna pour something Shit, I'm tryna smoke something Warning, the surgeon general of Compton, California has now determined that the sounds you are about to hear may be devastating to your ears Uh, what goes around comes around It's the big bad wolf back to blow your house down Huffing and puffing, I'm smoking something Warren now If you sniffing, hit something different, it's for the bloodhounds Uh, know it's a lot to ingest Let me let you catch your breath, a nigga 'bout to two-step With this devil in the blue dress Your flight leaves at 8, her flight lands at 9 My gang just rewinds, who's next? They call my shit the Playboy mansion And I'm Snoop Heff, snow bunnies with loose necks Yeah, nigga, blew a few checks, living with no regrets This is what I do best Evidently, it's exactly what it's meant to be The crime of the century Niggas should know by now You can't get rid of me I'm the epitome Mopping of top tiers Ain't showing no sympathy Ooh, ooh They say them hard lives (They say them hard lives) Too real too often (Too real too often) Fuck that, guess what Bitch, it's not that difficult (Nigga, what?) Ooh (Ha-ha) What guilty conscience? (What guilty conscience?) I'ma win regardless (I'ma win regardless) Fuck that, guess what Bitch, it's not that difficult Bitch, it's not that difficult Bitch, it's not that difficult