the lot you would think I was racin' Pinky ring hi, at the bar wine tastin I paint all my cars black you would think I was racist A.T.L.A.N.T.A C.O
down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit' us yo My L.O.D. click, is down
t you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped
the "D's" on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C
chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that
medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you
this one right here come on All the ladies gon? rush the dancefloor Please believe Throw them deuces up and add a six on it The homie Yung J O C about
Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty P O C K E T, I MP3
' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low, A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-O-C
trying to hit us from the blind side low, A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-o-c to the brain
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the c-a D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes They peep
got, Tre who beatin' much guts And uhh, Deuce Pop' pimpin' news non-stop an' Lost Tribe to my side just vibin' And J.V. gon' ball with me T double D
And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D I ain't give a fuck,
as I can get my hands on my Mausberg Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird G'd up, D P G C'd up, O G C'd up original gun clappin' No captains, no officials
fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me? They must think it's a gee They both walk up with the G L O C Started they investigation No driver
the fizive-o The eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house Geah And like my nigga e-40 say: We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here Tha eihthype thugs C
Some of my niggas even stole on D's Work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin' a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's