Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, wake up, guns shots in the city
Hustlers on the corner, gon' get more busy
Gunshots, young stunner got caught up
Clocked big numbers, too bad, got slaughtered
Stunt now, you gon' pay later
Big booty girl, that's a black man's savior
Serving, hit the block and we pervin'
Roll real slow in the cut like a surgeon
Turf chick, Smurfette, give you work quick
Get caught sipping, get sick, is it worth it?
Hell naw, but the jaw fill timers
Got a good girl, in my eye she's the flyest
Can't sleep, streets stay heated
Ghetto connoisseur, I know you see it
Posted, while my cousin's gettin' toasted
Got a big beat, so fat you can smoke it
[Verse 2]
Don't don't don't lose ya
Don't lose ya, don't lose your head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
[Verse 3]
Lil homie, what you gon' do with your life?
You wanna hustle, but you ain't doin' it right
Thug to the end, just don't know why
Even if you wrong, you know I'm gon' ride
In the streets, with the killers and the creeps
You don't wanna learn, but I still wanna teach
I told you, lace them beats
'Cause all you ever do is just chase them freaks
Lil town girl, never been around the world
Gave her that pill, now you lickin' on her pearl
I be right out, keep them all psyched out
In the back room fuckin' with the lights out, don't do it
[Verse 4]
Don't don't don't lose ya
Don't lose ya, Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
[Verse 5]
Ay, skyscrapers, high from the vapors
See us drop by, ain't no way it's gon' shake us
Earthquake us, shittin' on the richter
Party at the crib, bring a friend and her sister
Cruise by, homie, Deuce amp live
D U S T in the back, let's ride
Dipped in the Caddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Slouch real low, buds fall out the baggy
Yoke in a circle, pulling on purple
Flow to the show, although no rehearsal
Got stress? Better let that rest
D-Boys get annoyed, leave a void in your chest
Yes, all bad when you act too good
Roll with the punches, I think you should
Get smart, we'd rather go dumb
Big bass in your face, make your brain go numb
[Verse 6]
Don't don't lose ya
Don't lose ya, Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Don't lose ya head
Written by: Baba Zumbi