Lyrics

Yo, check the flow, we reppin’ homies, Anthony, go stacks what’s up homie, hey Bonya u still on lock down homie, stoggy d still sky high broski, Yo Kam has that v tech poppin. What’s zoom drain makin, how the hell is the crew doin. THE HOMIE, spittin’ bars, never phony, DAUBENSPECK MY BRODI, holdin’ it tight, REEVE DRINKIN’ 40, sippin’ heavy all night, WICKER THE BIG HOMIE, runnin’ the scene, Crew so clean, we livin’ the dream.
Can’t get faded, can’t get twisted, King county , 95, we enlisted, Crips eye my kicks, want my All-Star shine, Bloods tryna snatch my Snicker bar divine, Pecker woods talk, but they don’t want smoke, Ese’s roll deep, catorces provoke. Jumped off the bunk, I ain’t no fool, Slammed his dome, made that bunk bed rule.
Popped that Cholo, hit him clean in the jaw, Cats stood froze, too scared to get raw, Sheriff rolled in, broke the fight on the floor, Still talkin’ slick, ‘cause I’m beggin’ for more. Back in the hood, we cool with the brown, But in these cells, they tryna clown. Jail’s a beast, but I’m built to last, Knuckles stay ready, I’m down for the clash. Holdin’ it down, that’s my word, no bluff, In the hole, bruised up, but my heart stay tough
Now I’m making doe put your hands on the floor call the clean car man if want this smoke marb red won’t make you choke just makin the low class broke but that’s a joke and I swear my neighbors all woke. Crazy folk