If You Don't Know

(feat. Chaos, Quick Ta Mac)

I gots game like Monopoly

Ain't no **** stoppin' me

From doin' what I gotta do, so fuck you and you too

Your whole crew is weak, so peep

Sit back for a second, let this real **** speak

Tweak off the shit that I say is true

And like my girl Brat, I'm gonna give it to you

Through, the heartaches and tears and pain

I would never ever change I'll always stay the same

I aim to be the shit when I spits my verse

I gets my point across, that's why you hear me curse

First, the turf where I dwell it's on

**** be slippin' straight catchin' two to the dome

The zone, that I'm in is oh so bad

We dropped some dope albums and we started a fad

Oh, if you didn't know where I'm from

We be flowin'

And this is dedicated to the one's who ain't knowin

Who's them **** wit the cavvy shit

Its that **** half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them **** with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach **** if you didn't know

Who's them **** droppin' cavvy shit

Its that **** half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them **** with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach **** if you didn't know

A **** feelin' good on that up and up

Cuz a ****'s not fuckin' up like before

(Makin' money) Makin' more

Doin' tours around the state

As I regulate and penetrate

Those in the crowd who drove miles

(To see Hostyle)

And Lil HD blows up the spot

Groupie hoes jock and jealous muthafuckas try to plot

People be smilin' but I be hostylin'

Tryin' to keep my muthafuckin' income steady pilin'

(By doin' what?) By bustin' all these doggy ass raps

On these doggy ass tracks

Gettin' paid by ASCAP

I'm stayin' true

**** I ain't bellin' wit that **** Big Frank Stank

Makin' more hits than Hank

Damn! It's that **** Sam on the loose

I'm comin' through like Ice Cube

Walkin' in my black boots

Oops! My style is stainless

I'm flippin' shit like Reglagainus

That **** Quick Ta Mac crept up up on yo anus

Who's them **** wit the cavvy shit

Its that **** half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them **** with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach **** if you didn't know

Who's them **** droppin' cavvy shit

Its that **** half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them **** with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach **** if you didn't know

Yeah eastside riders in this mutha

Total Track in this muthafucka

For the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch..yeah..

Now ain't this a trip, Quick Ta Mac

We got **** who hate us

And hoes all up on our sac (Why's that?)

Cuz it's a whole lot of jealousy and envy

Behind my back they enemies

But in my face they friends of me

(Damn, is that how it be?)

Yup that's why we gettin' jocked by them hoes

We used to clown back in '93

(Groupies) Is what we call 'em

They only want the ballin'

And they shake the spot fast

When your paper pile is fallin

So **** pick up your ends

And hop up off your bitch

And stop spendin' all your money

On the hoes wit the contact lens

You better come to your senses

And keep your dollas and yo cent-ses

In your pockets where they go

And never trust no hoe

Cuz if you slip then they'll dip

In your money clip

Talk behind your back

And spread some rumors 'bout some funny shit

So peep game to the shit that we flowin'

And this is dedicated to the ones who ain't knowin'