That's My N****

I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside ****

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy ****

And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my ****

Might pull up on the corner like, that's my ****

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, ****

I'm a four hundred **** with the forty pound on me

Baller ammo, I got forty rounds though

Cash out, keying a **** with the pounds low

He count on me even when I move slow

Come through Compton with all my ****

Come through poppin' with all my ****

You should've seen how we looked last winter

You should've seen what we ate last dinner

Now I don't fuck with them Hollywood ****

I don't fuck with them Hollywood ****

In the game, I'm the keep it right ****

'Cause all these rap **** know my **** wanna get 'em

Basic bitches can't suck dick, no

Basic bitches have 'em fuck the clit, oh

They try to have me on some sucker shit

But I'ma do it my, ****, fuck the script

Came through the block, everything that's new

Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2

I can't fuck with him if he ain't true

They like, he alright but he ain't you

We like, five milli on aboard the ship

I was the richest **** on the tip

Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it

Open the gate, jump on the lift

And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit

Y'all be in the backseat, it look like a mop stick

You ain't got to ask me, ****, you ain't got shit

You ain't talking money, I see you done switched the topic

You be only fuckin' with **** that be on cop shit

I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin'

You don't wanna see one of my **** face in a stocking

Tear up your corner over some nonsense

I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside ****

We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy ****

And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my ****

Might pull up on the corner like that's my ****

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, ****

Can a real Crip get a little bit?

Dump on a **** for some silly shit

A hundred four rounds when the milli kick

Gang bang **** who we really with

And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law

Cooked up, caked up, slingin' that raw, ****

Roll through the city, gun by your side

Bangin' with the loud or the silencer

Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out

Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out

Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off

Come through the hood and you will get fucked off

****, this crip on my, two times

Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, ****

What y'all thought? We criss to cross

You miss, you lost, we're settin' it off

I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside ****

We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy ****

And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my ****

Might pull up on the corner like that's my ****

And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, ****, word up