ain't she a-
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, hoe)
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe
Deebo, any rap n**ga, he a free throw
Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a n**ga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-ass n**gas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f**k 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n**gas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him
Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him
Say Hemeno, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f**k 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, n**ga?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, n**ga
Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird n**gas and bird bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey Himeno, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch
And you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'
You n**gas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other Va**nal Option"? Pussy
N**ga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"
F**k a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on
He f**k around, get polished
F**ked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, n**ga better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator
