Niggas die everyday living like John Wayne
Bet you Stalin ride fire like LeBron James
That's 23s for those who don't know the flame
And you can never sell me bullshit boy, I know the caine
Package it up and ship it off, it miss staying
Nigga I be outside where the bullets fly
It's west Oakland dawg, we don't do the drive-bys
My niggas, they gettin into shit like flies
Hustlin, bitches tape the coke to they thighs
The practice'll fry a nigga, but still I rise
And if them niggas snitchin, they is not my guys
Got my hand on the banger and my eyes on the prize
I ain't aimin for the head, so I ain't killing sky
I give him a UPS zone, FedExing the pies
Super high, that's why I got them dilated eyes
Living everyday like a Friday, like Plies
Uh, uh, homeboy be worried bout me
Just do what you do
Ah! And don't worry about how I get my money, when you see me coming through
Ah! All the rippers be waving at me, but I just do what I do
Ah! Cause I know a lotta niggas hate me
And I just be ridin, ridin, drinking on my Absolute
I'm finna roll my purple now, I'm finna roll my purple now
Nigga, I get dope money
I'm laughing at these broke niggas cause they so funny
I'm so fast, they used to the slow money
And no money? Lil homie can't stomach that
Man, I double right back and put your head on flat
I can show you how to turn a zip to a lat
Cause Young Stalin could talk a fish truck from a cat
I'm in that brand new scrape with the slap in the back
I'm getting money so opposites don't attract
Cause I'a never be attracted to a broke ho
Nigga, I'a kick a ripper out like Tae Bo
No dough ho can't ride with me!
Say she want to pop a bottle, get high with me
But if you see her in my car, it's a burglary
It's West Oakland, 10th Street, I know you heard of me
I been broke, now all I get it courtesy
Gotten mothafuckas talkin bout cocky old me
But me? I let her talk to the.223
Cause no nigga flow sicker than lil JV
In the middle of the winter, I'll make him feel the heat
Put his feet in some concrete, then throw him in the sea
I'm still riding dirty with them dubs underneath
If a homeboy snitched, then he a security breach
You flat confessing, you better talk to a priest
Ah, ah!, homeboy be worried bout me
Just do what you do
Ah!, And don't worry about how I get my money, when you see me coming through
Ah!, All the rippers be waving at me, but I just do what I do
Ah!, Cause I know a lotta niggas hate me
And I just be ridin, ridin, drinking on my Absolute
I'm finna roll my purple now, I'm finna roll my purple now
