Lyrics
I'm tryna grab man
Nap man and attack man
Carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox
Slap man in a black van
I guess I'm too tapped, don't mad man
It gets all peak when I swing my black hand
I've seen big men turn jello
Crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can
SJ, I'm known as a bad man
Your B ain't safe in the Nine after nine
That's why the Niners still hidin'
My whole squads on ridin'
Me, I'm on slidin'
Long summer ride like a Viking
AB kept drivin'
Me, I woulda knifed him
Hear the opp boys just typin'
You know gang-gang's ridin'
Need me a python or I'll fist him up like Tyson
Yeah, I'm young, it's fun
Man live it, man kill it
No sweets in the mash, man fill it
You want smoke with the gang?
Come bring it, best drill it
Don't miss when you shoot, are you kiddin'?
Don't miss when you shoot, are you kiddin'?
In the back of this X3, ding-dong skiddin'
So bro's angry, he got them bibbin'
Devilish thoughts when I see them trippin'
Listen up
In the rain, .32 in my coat
I saw him freeze up when I back this smoke
Nowadays everyone's beefin' the O
But it's calm, we still got smoke for domes
Aim up high, dump off or blow
Get poked, my fifteen gon' rip through clothes
Get touched, no hope
Get rich, not broke
For the opps, this beef can't hold
And what's this mans seein' on UDN?
Another Nine boy tryna send for the gang
Oh shit, he ain't rid for his friend
I said he don't do that again
This west ting tryna line them up
I guess everything's fucked if I rise it up
On the Nine block, made Star 9 buss
Get touched, no way can that boy try buss
Yow, this long nose can't fit in my coat
Half it, half it till it fits in proper
This bruck back come big like a chopper
We burn our garms and hit Foot Locker
Rise it up, tryna spot me an opper
My bro coulda made it playin' soccer
My head back still chris like Tucker
Circle the Nine tryna ching up a fucka
Ching him up, head straight to the blocka
Step on the gas, lay low from a choppa
Drive thru', I ain't buyin' a Whopper
I'm doin' this drill with bro, he a shotta
.38 lead, come taste this copper
Chest shot, head shot, do up a sucka
This Rambo slides in like butter
And the Nine where we go, tryna juice this cutter
I'm tryna grab man
Nap man and attack man
Carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox
Slap man in a black van
I guess I'm too tapped, don't mad man
It gets all peak when I swing my black hand
I've seen big men turn jello
Crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can
SJ, I'm known as a bad man
Your B ain't safe in the Nine after nine
That's why the Niners still hidin'
My whole squads on ridin'
Me, I'm on slidin'
Long summer ride like a Viking
AB kept drivin'
Me, I woulda knifed him
Hear the opp boys just typin'
You know gang-gang's ridin'
Need me a python or I'll fist him up like Tyson
(Do up like Tyson, do up like Tyson)
