Big Ego's (feat. Hittman)

I got mo' class than most of 'em

Ran with the best of 'em

Forgave the less of 'em

And blazed at the rest of 'em

What can I say?

Cal-i-for-ni-a

Where **** die every day

Over some shit they say

Disconnected from the streets forever

As long as I got a Beretta, ****

I'm down for whatever

I roll with my shit off safety

For **** that been hating me lately

And the bitches that wanna break me

If Cali blew up

I'd be in the Aftermath

Bumpin' gangsta rap shit

Down to blast for cash

'Cause from Eazy-E

To D.O.C.

To D.P.G.

Started from that S.O.B.

D-R-E

Like Dub C, I'm rich rollin'

Pistol holdin'

Pockets swoll' ****

That's how I'm rollin'

Put the flame to the killer, ****

Worldwide homicide mob figure

In the building

For real

I'm hitting switches

Making bitches eat bitches

See me grab my dick

Every time I pose for pictures

I own acres

Floor seats watching the Lakers

I'm cool with eses

Who got AK's in cases

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never faking, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this

We sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

**** play this

In they Rovers, Jeeps and Regals

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never faking, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this

We sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

Bitches play this

In they Benzes, Jeeps and Geos

I bust for Mister Toughy

Slash a Smoothy Doobie

Crash and flex on Tuesdays

Harassing hoes at movies

Passing by with Uzis

And who you aiming at?

That shady bitch

And that bitch ****

That was claiming that

Rat-ta-tat-tat

I don't sympathize for wack hoes

And wimpy guys

You got to recognize

Hittman is a enterprise

Cali pride

Born to ride and South Centralized

The Henny got me energized

Smoke the guys

Trying to focus on mines

Poke they eyes out

I'm L.A.'s loc'est

Hope they don't

Have to find out

The hard way

Like snitch **** in the pen

That get hit when the guards look the other way

We hitting hard

Hittman and Dre

You playing games

I suggest you know the rules

We putting guns to fools

Make you run yo' jewels

Take yo' honey and cruise

To the snootiest snooze

Cabos

Pop coochie till the nut oozes

You shouldn't fuck with crews

This sick

Aftermath 'cause we rule shit

I'm Big Hitt

Don't confuse me with no other

'Bout the blow, muthafucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never faking, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this

We sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

**** play this

In they Rovers, Jeeps and Regals

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's

Never faking, we get the dough and live legal

Haters hate this

We sip the Mo' and yank the heezos

Bitches play this

In they Benzes, Jeeps and Geos

You look like AC Green

Bitch, don't call here anymore

With feet like Ben Vereen's

Bitch, don't call here anymore

No, no, no, no

What up? It's Hittman

I ain't at the crib right now

So you can leave your name and number

After the beep

Unless it's Tammie's ugly ass, I ain't fuckin' with you