So we spend the final days looking for gold The smoke that rises from our stone will turn this world to dust High and low, above below We look in
investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold, one nice, untold You can look
it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up
.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ?til these bro's drown I snatch a few g'
Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for
the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause the cops bound to pop up But I don't
? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don
out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes Cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For
love for my kinfolk Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental .. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up that'll never see the sun again, so
Gun And Im One Pit And Ill Bit Both Of Yall Fuck That Young Gun Shit Cause Chris Is A Snitch Even They Know That Wanna Stand Point Now Look Where Spado
against me, cause your scared to come get me Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em' Ask for
out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For
the whole west coast, even tried to fuck Pac Type of bitch to stand on Beverley Hills Word on the street's she got a few real n1ggas killed I look up
up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us in gold
days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a n*gga to act up You see us in gold seaters and throw it up Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets if
it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy
these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a n*gga to act up You see us in gold seaters and throw it up Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets
