You Know Me
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
Dub-Cuda, Lick can I get robbin'
Over here
We the headbangers like the hit squad
All chrome with the raw flow
Shake up the audience
Like Mike Vick walkin' in the dog show
Like giraffe dicks standin' tall over y'all
Hangin' with killas
Like suspenders on overalls
Crackin' bottles
Swagin' and aimin' hollows when
Niggas in solitary confinement
To the game macho, clack clock nigga
Keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me ya'll I'm in
The zone like a zip lock
Stay G'd up, out to get my green up
Blue Chevy
Counting bags of money like a brink truck
Guaranteed at least
Slangin' sticks like Shina-E
Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys
Feel the breeze
Don't retire nicky please on the 110
With my dickies to my knees
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
Breath of fresh air, yes
Yeah it's Maylay nigga, Big Swang
And I came with the Connect
Gang members and uhh
It ain't bright if we ain't light
They ain't shit nigga, he ain't tight
You got it fucked up
It's all or nothin', we brawl and bust' em
Till they put me in the coffin' of
The car and I'm coffed in
And to my next opponent
Don't even rest a moment
I'm so West!
(Hell, yes) with no extra's on it
LA dodgers, AK's
Choppers and the kids hit the graves
Way before they momma's (That's a shame)
So I rep the hat, yeah, you can bet ya that
Capital CA mayne, and check the Tat
Recognise why the realist niggas give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood
And the one the women love
Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run
From green coats and don't testify
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
Now I'm an old nigga on the Porch
Way to big
It's a shame how this
Nigga influenced them kids
Got 'em out there hustlin'
And doin' the shit
And he don't do shit but sit
And scratch on his dick
And it's not good that the
Hood is under a spell
It's a wonder why this nigga
Ain't under the jail
Why they treat this motherfucka like
The wizard of OZ
Cause I know what's happening
Like re-run and rogg
I'm a captain, yep the head nigga in charge
Pull Air Force One, up out the garage
I'm the grand puba, uou part of my lodge
You mortals better pay, respect to the Gods
You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore
Now you can sell more, you still Al Gore
Nigga I'm the president, you just a resident
In my gangsta world
And you late with the fucking rent
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
(Pay the cut, nigga)
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get this money
Got my thang out, keep it on me
You know it mayne
I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me