Now you may not understand it now, but you will.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic You ain't felt the shit since the chronic
You ain't felt a shit since the chronic.
You ain't felt a shit since the chronic, though.
New king of this beat, shit, I'm the hardest Just bein' honest, you ain't got a Grammy, nigga, don't promise
This is my HS87 promise I go crazy, killer, retarded When I touch the beat and get started
And I hit these hoes with the peace sign Nigga ass-a-lake-em salami Boy, you better get your work up Been the same niggas since surf clubs They puttin' on for that best side And I'ma make sure that they heard us I know what it is These niggas ain't real Tell the truth about how I feel Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is Y'all forgot to ride around on the weekend Top down for no reason Y'all was missin' that G-shit You ain't felt shit since the crowd ain't
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the karate.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the karate.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic.
I'm out here on my pox shit She out here on her fake devils Niggas still on that fraud shit
Selling out of my concert Breaking bread with my dog shit Repeat the steps till we all rich I'm getting that change
Sittin' on deuces, ridin' on strikes.
What part of my brain?
It's like, hustle, get to it, just sign up your name.
Properly play, I really came up from runnin' from rags Just stuntin' on stage, these blunts on my blades for money be raised I know what it is, yeah These niggas ain't real, tell the truth about how I feel Fuck these niggas, what's the deal?
I know what it is Y'all forgot how to ride around on the weekend Top down for no reason, y'all was missin' that G-Shit You ain't felt shit since the chronic
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the karate.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the karate.
Y'all was missin' that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the chronic.
Y'all was missin' that G shit.
Dubs westside, niggas screamin', we don't give a fuck, nigga, throw your dubs up.
Young Westside niggas screaming, we don't give a fuck, nigga, throw your doves up.
Look, I don't waste time.
I take mine from the state line to Boston, New York to Austin, from baseline out to Slauson.
That's the eye.
E going globe.
Try me, I gonna post, dude.
This is shit the OGs are opposed to.
And I'm murking this cause I'm supposed to.
Steady mobbing in this bitch.
I got my crew with me.
Like what's good?
My name is Chauncey.
I'm the new Pimp C. Musically, you see movie scenes when this on.
Magazines, we twist on.
Eyes low when I'm gone.
Give me some more.
You want to hit the splits?
Come on.
Let me welcome everybody.
To the wild, wild west, you ain't even gotta ask, bitch, am I high yet?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bitch, am I high?
Yes, sky high.
Jets, I know what it is.
These niggas ain't real.
Tell the truth about how I feel.
Fuck these niggas.
What's the deal?
I know what it is.
Y'all forgot to ride around on the weekend.
Top down for no reason.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt shit since the chronic.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic.
Y'all was missing that G shit.
You ain't felt the shit since the chronic.
Y'all was missin' that G shit You ain't felt the shit since the chronic Y'all was missin' that G shit
H.S.
H.S.
I'm just screaming.
H.S.
Bitch made niggas bang back.
H.S.
H.S.
I'm just screwed.
H.S.
All you bitch made niggas bag back.
How we gon' lose with shit like this, my nigga?
Boss moves only, you know?
All money in.
HS87, nigga.
Westside shit.
