I guess they really didn't care how famous he is
Cause every time I hit the mic I kick gangsta shit
Know the beat, the alcoholic funk, best believe it
The Rolex, lowkey got a seat, took it from a nigga
Barely had the finger on the trigger Comptown, hub city slicker, serving like a
G What the BG hit a sick, now he yelling Westside
Crip man, slap that fat bitch With the millimeter, oh sweet Nina
You don't wanna see her, god damn Let me tell these fools who I am
Every letter worth a hundred grand King T's the best man, I won't front or tell
a lie The best man you got gon' die
And all these young niggas talking bout how they serving it tight
But this is Westside, Compton for life, yeah
Nothing, nothing, nothing has changed But the bang remains the same
We still need to fight Nothing has changed
Black mafioso, my mafia family's logo Cuckoo like locos, we leave hoes widows like
Fingers on poppin' strings, the logo Blowing those with too much Sonoco
Leaving the motion that's like photo, we just a dodo
You know condos in Al Capoco, streets in the Nico
We creep and flood the street with mountains of Perico
Underwear poster, NOSA Nothing but blood offers and thousands soldiers
Hurt chauffeurs and jerk throwers Playing you closer, touch you with the toaster
Show you it's luscious like a thug's a poster in my arena
You meet the Glock 17er, Nina the screamer The soul redeemer, body steamer, head with leg greener
The sweet dreamer, niggas bust gas, we're full of gas
Put two on your hat and leave your ass flat Taking a nap and it's like that
The G -Lou piano, KB finale, that's how we be rilin'
With our Cali gas, New York static
Nothing, nothing, nothing has changed But the bang remains the same
We still need to burn
Nothing has changed
Man, my brain contains so much game, it's pathetic
Got niggas eating my shit up way before I said it
Recognize an island is to be respected, accepted
But a vicious style, I step with it
Punks would rather exit than ever to flex with
This serial killer eating niggas for breakfast
I jack the slipper but a chipper's he flip
Then I jack the clip and flip it if his wish is to trip
Keep my enemies in misery, they can't get rid of me
I've been a G from elementary to penitentiary
They mention me in all speeches
Cause I represent Long Beach, the east and far reaches
The hard thesis, ain't nothing soft in the scripture
I picture getting richer with the rest of the venture
Cash and hoes and fashion, clothes and blasts and phones
And mashing in assassin mode, it don't stop
Nothing has changed
But the bang remains the same
We still need to burn
Nothing has changed
The way that you picture me
Colored by the way you treat it
In a situation that comes to that
