[ Featuring Snoop Dogg, YG ]
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton shit
Yeah
I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
I'm 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas)
Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas)
You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You should've seen what we ate last dinner
I don't f*ck with them Hollywood niggas
I don't f*ck with them Hollywood niggas
In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga
'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em
Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no
Basic bitches came to f*ck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker shit
But I'ma do it my way nigga, f*ck the script
Came thru the block with everything that's new
Sippin' that motherf*ckin' DS2
I can't f*ck with him if he ain't true
They like, "He alright but he ain't you"
We like, five milli on aboard the ship
I was the richest nigga on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit
Yoppa in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit
You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only f*ckin' with niggas that be on cop shit
I be only f*ckin' with bitches that get it poppin'
You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin'
Spray up your corner over some nonsense
I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
Dump on a nigga for some silly shit
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang niggas who he really with (crip!)
And we don't talk to no motherf*ckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga
Roll through the city, gun by your side
Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get f*cked off
Nigga, this's Crip on my, two times
Don't give a f*ck and we'll bust him one time, nigga
What y'all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin' it off
I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (westside, westside, westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga)
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga, word up
