歌词
[Verse 1]
These **** out here playing, man, I swear to God (Uh-huh)
They gon' make come and put one in you pussies' cars
Or better yet, man, I swear to God
I'll beat you to your crib, be in your front yard
**** out here playing, man, they think this shit a game, huh
Choppa Boyz the clique, ****, I claim
Listen, listen, ****, this the murder capi', huh
We tuck them choppers and get murder happy
Hop out with them choppers, Osama, he get him hit
Them **** out here fuckin' with bitches we been hit
That Frankie got a crazy face, that Franck Muller
I spent a lot of faces on that, word to my jeweler, huh
Shoot a **** all in his shit, clip like a ruler, huh
Touchdown, we in Oaktown stackin' like Hoovers
The way a **** movin' that dog fast as a car go
Pull about sixteen bands up out my cargoes
Bad bitch, thick in the waist, crib full of marble
Hundred bands fresh out the safe, who want the problems?
Get the tan and serve right in front of you, Benihanas
Nine times outta ten, **** don't want no problems, huh
Written by: Charles Taylor
