Yeah yeah

This is one of those when you put it together

You make gumbo gumbo

You dig I dig

I mean how can you go wrong

DJ quik on the beat

Kurupt young

Gotti on the mic

DJ quik on the mic

I mean how can you go wrong

Yes I'ma hit you right off of the intro

I don't need rap

I'm a pimp

So I'm conflicted

'Cause I can't put hoes on the track that's contradictin

And even though

I don't win no grammys

I still get love in the streets

From the pappys and mammys

I'll be d*mned they ain't family

They treat me like

I flunked out of

Grambling but they happy that

I went on a scholarship

God d*mn me

I know you love me if you feel this

I'm not a rapper

I'm a realist

And I came back just to get you on track like metro

Set the stage on fire gallon of petrol get it all

Patron shots got me gettin drunk want to hit it all

Rap music filled with shock and awe

I know you love

Quik 'cause

I'm rockin y'all

Kurupt'll be here in 8 bars to spit at y'all

Yeah this feel so

Crenshaw right now

This feelin right here is kinda takin me back to 1995

Such a familiar family

Glad to be here

Ay I'm wit'chu big homey

Me I was born to be a g

Different situations bring out a different me

Soliloquies of get sh*t spit spastically

I put that on my life my wife my kids

And the streets

I'ma rise this shouldn't come as a surprise

Open up your mind body soul and your eyes

I improve intertwine improvise

Impatient at some times when

I grind

When I blaqkout my thoughts is my eyes

But I can see e'rything in sight like they lied

You might not like this you might not care

I might tell you somethin you don't really wanna hear

I plan to take a couple of you niggaz on a journey

You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney

Gargantuan cannon cocker

BLAKA blak

A blaka motherf**ker

Kurupt a couple percussions

Passed around like 8 ball when

Eric was alive

Step up in the club and take a look inside

Black out black out black out

Out out out

I know you

I know you

I know you