If you ain't a real ****, then homie, just say that (Dead homies)

If you don't fuck with Westside shit, don't play that (Don't play it, ****, we don't give a fuck, ayy)

I'm brazy, I'm stupid

Life ain't easy, ****, but I'm ruthless

I got a Glock on my waist and I use it

After I explain to this bitch what a coupe is

See where the roof is? It's sittin' in the back

And I'm sittin' in the front in a Cincinnati hat

But I'm not from Ohio, ****, I'm from Bompton

I raised the boogeyman, I'm the fuckin' boogey monster

****, what up?

Nobody asked you how you feel, shut the fuck up

Don't let 'em ask you where you from, ****, chunk up

I'll pull that Maybach truck up

Knuck if you buck, Crime Mob if a lil' **** run up

Get shot in your shit

Hit a **** up like Pac in this bitch

If he was, he'd probably still be alive

'Cause I would've shot back and told the ****, "Pac, drive"

If you ain't a real ****, then homie, just say that (Dead homies)

If you don't fuck with Westside shit, don't play that (Don't play it, ****, we don't give a fuck, ayy)

It ain't where you from, it's where you stay at (Got the lo' on you ****)

We gon' put you on if you put on that LA hat (Go 'head, put it on)

Creepin' in front of the woods, I gotta give love to my hood, Bolen

Think of eruptin', Honda Civic and it's stolen

Bow-wow-wow, yippee-yo, yippee-yay

Got a big ol' gun hangin' out the side of my waist

So famous, the ese N.W.A

And I'm the best Latino rapper in the whole state

California, Pelican Bay where we rotate

We beat your ass in dayroom until my shoulder dislocate

It's the famous gangbanger, I been amazin' 'em

Lame motherfuckers sprangle 'em, then bang on 'em

And now you wonder why everybody that hate on him

Gang and them, big face tats, I'll never laser 'em

If you ain't a real ****, then homie, just say that (Dead homies)

If you don't fuck with Westside shit, don't play that (Don't play it, ****, we don't give a fuck, ayy)

It ain't where you from, it's where you stay at (Got the lo' on you ****)

We gon' put you on if you put on that LA hat (Go 'head, put it on)

This the part, yeah, this the part

This the part gang find out you a mark

You weren't hangin' out after dark

I was big fish, doin' skits with the sharks

This the part I drop ten on a crib

When I said ten, bitch, I meant M's

Her **** had her cryin' to her friends

I had her cryin' in a Maybach Benz

I just dropped a whole fifth, bitch, I'm loaded

Rich **** belly, bitch, I'm bloated

This '6-4 got switches on it

My dick got bitches on it

West Ness to the BPS

Back to Bompton and straight to the I-Fs

To the Vs and NHPs, I'ma fly ref'

Real Damu rider, I got ties, yeah

If you ain't a real ****, then homie, just say that (Dead homies)

If you don't fuck with Westside shit, don't play that (Don't play it, ****, we don't give a fuck, ayy)

It ain't where you from, it's where you stay at (Got the lo' on you ****)

We gon' put you on if you put on that LA hat (Go 'head, put it on)

So what's up, you tryna buy it or what, fool?

Hell yeah, ****, here, give me that extra key