My goodness, my gracious

Shell toe Adidas with the fat blue laces

Hand full of aces, trumped up, dump trunk, white wall paces

Drink till you drop, motherf**ker cop

Old English, 800 on the block

Way before St. Ides came to the spot

Ni**ers used to hang out and do the pop lock

And if we got into some shit, we never pop shots

We'd squab scrap, whatever it was

And live to talk about it and we get old cause

And keep a pack of Zig-Zags for that good old bud

We do a house party, what the f**k is a club?

And the ese's, they sold most of the drugs

La familia, hell yeah and we, the thug

We get money, yeah and we do low ride

Represent it and talk nope, nope, not I

That's the code in every hood that you roam

Fastest way to catch a hot slug in your dome

O.G., the place that I call home

Black Lac like that and it's sittin' on chrome

Plaque in back, strap in Lac

Antennas wake you up for a rat tryin' to set a new trap

Swingin' the track, drippin' curl juice on your back

Breakin' hearts like Roger and Zapp, motherf**ker


Back in the day, it was cheaper to keep her

Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer

And pound for pound, we were the baddest in town

You just had to get up for the get down

Some say we the next generation but we lack education


Crazy Horse, drinkin' mad dog 20/20

Silver satin blue Kool Aid saggin' in my Dickies

I got my locs on, sailin' through my neighborhood

Catch you slippin' on them bricks, it ain't all good

Front door kicker, Glock spitter

Black and gold flag across my face when I get you

3 wheeler tippin', turnin' up the Alpine

[Incomprehensible] while I listen to the grapevine

Goldie blue crips all by the front door

East side rip ridin', gang bangin' all I know

Heart break hotel, hush, puppy neck kicker

I grew up on that crazy one five, ni**er

If you look from my block then hop somethin'

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no peel ni**er block huntin'

Blue corduroys while I'm talkin' on my brick phone

14 years old had to bring the shit home

My uncle Sugar Bear showed me how to bag it up

Look at the block now, ni**er, it's sewed up

I ain't playin' with you old grand pubas

Peace out, Rolando ran things with no cuz

Now take a picture of this 8 ball sipper

Look down at my shoes, blue strings, ni**er

Goldie Loc will keep this motherf**ker crack-a-lackin'

The only thing I wanna hear is gang bang rappin'


Some say we the next generation but we lack education

Hangin' with the crew of devastation

Yeah, but we one nation mama

Tally-ho and away we go

See you next week with a brand new show

The way we funk around here ain't nothin' consensual

You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials

Now I'm in the street 'cause I lost my sheep

But now I know where to find that

Now how cool is cold when you're tryin' to compete?

Standin' next to me, son, you better take a seat

Can't none of you cutthroats funk like me

You better check with Snoop Dogg and get your pedigree

Why oh, why do I think like that?

If I am with the dog, you must be a cat

Now tally-ho and away we go

See you next week with a brand new show

I want the bomb, I want that O.G. back

There's a party goin' on in my head

While I think about the blood that we shed

Then party, uh, when the player play

There's a party goin' on up in here


Back in the day it was cheaper to keep her

Hang out with your friends and smokin' the reefer

And pound for pound, we were the baddest in town

You just had to get up for the get down

Some say we the next generation but we lack education

Hangin' with the crew of devastation

Yeah, but we one nation mama

Hangin' with the Snoopatronics bobba