This is the game you want to spit to a nigga, let a nigga know it's all right.

Cascades and G's stomping on niggas like parades. Escapades and charades played when the stampede stopped and it's entailing its lead young

God, he's seen so many bodies drive for his high classics and drastic measures principles of pleasure and penal endeavors

Whatever the case, whatever case was caught in the chase when the chasing began in the facial erase. Me and Fred make beats

I make rhymes and snoop. He controls and calculates impervious moves. The pound pentagon with a pistols

I holla where the gangsters is that dad poppin his collar. Niggas sweet and sour, pop chucks and collars.

Roaming through the streets in my 84 Impala. Holla, holla, if you want it, we gon' run it from the cooler. It's tequila, California City.

I'll do it to you cause I know you're screwed. You do what I'm trying to do us, but you can't because your lovin is big.

We dump dump to make you pump. We coming with the heat to make you trunk thump.

Gritty, steady, had a whole gritty. Down to go steady and stick up Eddie for his fetty and bring it all back to daddy.

I want bread, cheese, now put it on the patty. Big Mac style, kick back and flip fouls in the virgin now.

Listen here, honey child. Bow wow, do you now, how you like it doggie style?

Smiling, grinning, sipping on some Jenny's. Roll with a captain, you're all strapped in. Once you're back in, it's straight Mackin. I keep it crackin.

This is how we all get down. Bring back that Jay's shit for me.

I know I slept you, kept you, finna fetch you, snatch you back to, slap you and rap to the vacuum.

Now what must I do to get shit back to the way it used to see? DPGCology. I'm not talking about chemistry or biology, this geology.

You're feeling me, niggas be killing me, unwillingly silly heat, thinking y 'all gonna smash on me. Blast on me, the audacity.

I'll take you back to the old school and let you cut class with me. Get some ass with me, then get us something to drink.

And let you sip out the same glass as me. And now you feeling like a chiller. And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller, killer nigga, like a fleet, big Snoopy,

deagle, double jizzle, waved off the hizzle, niggas and bitches.

If you fuck with my mental, cause I'm a killer instinct, release your pop like a pimp.

If you don't got my money, I suggest you run, cause the gold lowkey do you like a tornado, ain't no fun the way I play nigga, I play for keeps, no details.

You just been sweeped to swoop, locations, directions, not even a trace. Bitch, I doubt it if your body get found like waste, in the alley, killer Cali, cause he saw this crip, never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip.

Cause this is how we all get down, bring back that Jay shit for me.

Doggy Doggy's coming to ya, bright red got the wolf was bumping through ya, gold lowkey nigga put the G in the C, with corrupt young body from the DPG.

Bitch, hey!