You know that's my nigga back.

Don't fuck with my stack.

The cage is back.

About to drop the bomb I'm the motherfucking Don Big fish in a small pond Now the feds trying to throw they book At the crook but I shook They worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath

They want to miss me when I'm tipsy Running everything west of the Mississippi It's the unseen, pulling strings with my pinky ring We got your woman, fuck her up, boy, we fuck her up

Bow down before I make a phone call Got niggas runnin' up on y'all for the cheese We want them keys

Everybody freeze on your knees, butt naked, please, before any of you guffies get hurt.

Nigga, rewind my part, fool, and bow down when it come to your time.

Bow down.

Bow down.

Bow down.

Bow down.

This ain't a mad-ass Englewood edition.

I bust like a pimple.

My mind is ill-mental.

The West Side connects with me in South Central.

When the drag from the zigzag can't fuck with the Phillies holding down the Wild West, like the kid they call Billy.

Once again, it's Mac the gold crown holder, strong as a Coca-Cola with a chrome bistrola.

Now, who want to fuck so I can bust when I cuss?

my look bring your fear with gear from the surplus it's a team i take the green the cracks seem keen low lows cornices and baguettes on my pieces so recognize these real cheese shake the cheese the west side connect keep it rolling like gold d's through willing and dealing it's like a

california style but in the meanwhile in my town you got the bag when you come to my town

Bow down.

When I mess with bad.

Bow down.

Because I ain't a hater like you.

Bow down to a nigga that's greater than you.

Well, it's that Chuck Breran, still sporting a beanie.

The shadiest nigga when I click.

Who want to see me gas out?

Slide my lips, don't let my khaki sing.

Westside, connect gang, connect gang, bing, bing, bang.

Runaway, runaway, go get your punk ass slaved by this H. Double O to the D to the S-T-A.

Fuck hiding it, I'm gang related, simple and plain Which means I can give a fuck about you niggas in this rap game

Flashy niggas get stuck up, sweep the fuck up When you come around, keep your chain tucked from this Zero zero apostrophe yes shit

Fuck a studio lyricist.

I'm real with this.

Talk the talk, walk the walk.

Diss me on wax.

Tryna saw your whole fuckin' head off, yeah I'm platinum bound, so bitch, shut up And nigga, why y'all could kiss my cock first like show now?

When I throw me a towel

Bow down.

When I'm westward bound.

Bow down.

Cause I ain't a hater like you.

Bow down to a nigga that's greater than you.

Bow down.

When you come to our town.

Bow down.

When we best went round.

Bow down.

We ain't no haters like that.

Bow down.