Low (feat. Dominator, Rayleen & Elco)

It's the win walka, big shit talka,

Step into the door with a knocka, propa.

Smash, bounce in large amounts,

With my mind on my money 'cause that's all that counts.

I don't freestyle 'cause my style ain't free,

I call it fee style, bitches gotta pay me.

I put T on everything I own,

And when I get my 5, I'm puttin' Dre on the chrome.

Shine it up good, kick it through the neighborhood,

Pepsi cola candy paint drippin' off a Fleetwood.

I ain't new to it, I'm true to it,

Been doin' it for 30 years, don't be lookin' at me stupid.

Rule #1: Don't fuck with my crew,

Rule #2: Don't fuck with me, and I won't fuck with you.

Rule #3: You don't need eyes to see,

We in the mutha fuckin' place to be.

I get no kicks out'cha pretty champagne,

Aged liquor don't impress me.

Sometimes, some things don't need to change,

Like weed, rum & coke, or Pepsi.

I like pretty women that can hold themselves,

Know their worth from the start, don't need no help.

Cute face with a heart to match,

Hood roots and can state the facts.

Delux and T-Dre, every day, all day,

Drum tight with something to say.

Central Cali, SMV,

Rebel Dominator, Triple C.