制作
出演艺人
Ice-T
表演者
作曲和作词
Tracey Marrow
词曲作者
Roger McBride
词曲作者
Charles Penniman
词曲作者
Richard Ascencio
词曲作者
制作和工程
The Ringleader
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
Bitch **** want to know if its true
Tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
[Verse 2]
Verse 1 (M Dot)
M dot levitating away from hating I know they watching
Elevated got motivated from **** grinding
Medicating in Cali off that exotic tropic
My bitch bad and she know it
And I swear that she solid
Everyday I'm losing sleep, but I'm gaining in profits
Living life with no excuses deliver my product
All my **** from the hood where the murders is climbing
If you don't work, you don't eat fuck the lines of rap
Foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary **** staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
[Verse 3]
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad daylight
**** way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day automatic weapon spray
**** want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out
Left on the floor of the club like a rug
Bitch **** want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip come on **** get me
I've been balling since you **** is crawling
West side suicide fucking with my who ride
Call the medic fuck your set anyone can get it
Smith and Wesson Armageddon
Too many cars and clothes jewels and hoes
Ski mask camo bottomless ammo
Check, planes and cocaine love from the street gangs
Ain't no question how I got my fame Ice
[Verse 4]
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
Bitch **** want to know if its true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
[Verse 5]
Verse 3 (Feddie Demarco)
This ain't no Feddie Wapp, **** I'm Feddie from Watts
Project baby I was raised around Chevy's and drops
**** couldn't picture me rolling because they all got cropped
I do this shit blind folded shit they played in Birdbox
Break the news a rappers body all on k cal 9
On Sylvia Lopez I stay with the K Cali nine
I go viral with the views how I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find you dead from finnessing
The crucifix came with the calico thats a blessing
Your favorite rapper aint' home how the fuck can I address him
Gang of junctions hit function fuck up my tripping
I leave trails of puddles you can follow how I'm dripping
No lies like I got pinnochio clipping a stick in the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
[Verse 6]
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a **** bad weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah **** I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya vision all beam smell all green
Oxypromethozine with codeine
The south ain't the only ones sippin lean ****
I ain't going to lie to ya that ain't prescribed to ya
Don't be surprised when bitch ask where the cash at
Before she drive to ya
Water whipping in the kitchen triple beam weighing
And you can tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
[Verse 7]
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if it's the red or the blue
Bitch **** want to know if it's true
Yo tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
[Verse 8]
Verse 5 (Glasses Malone)
Huh
Its big bad glasses
I'm not fucking if your baby mama average
Yeah she keep asking I just might let her
Na fuck that bro my dick deserve better
It's the twenty third letter ATTS
You sit at one table motherfucker this the west
Flag tucking to the left where I'm living ain't right
And for that Jewish money I will start the fourth right
Knifes that's a understatement
Act dumb guns pop up like the undertaker
Pigs trip sick pop em like a pop tart
MCX make a cheese grate out that cop car
Better ask about the loc
Three pumps to the front and knock the gas out the stroke
Yeah I like ghost but I prefer the rag trey
Daytons over Forgiattos all motherfucking day
[Verse 9]
Verse 6 (Young Ham)
Dodge holla west how I feel in the cut all out brawl
Make it hard for the weak shit to win when I'm on
And I mean it when I say it homey L.A ours
Grind and boss outshine the so called stars
In the buttoned up flannel tilted brim
Biscuits
Yanking on my collar while I'm knocking bitches
Relentless finesse when I press for the treasure
**** Ace make it bang like a loc with the extras
Real player slash gangsta don't play with my life
Here's the dice move em get mangled twice
Ain't nothing nice bout the gleek I leak through my gat
My hip-hop pioneers tote gats sip knack
Yeah I'm different I ain't tripping if I don't fit in
But its 92 Watts if I don't get in
I'm the type of **** still hit the stone and snare
Tell the police I'm sober off of 5th of Hen.
[Verse 10]
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if it's the red or the blue
Bitch **** want to know if its true
Yo! Tell these motherfuckers who they listening to
[Verse 11]
Verse 6 (King Tee)
Its King Tee let's see if I still got it
Trifling all up in your shit out of pocket
Stop it
Crossing out your reasons and your logic
Iceberg, King Tee the great hit the product
Now go sell it, watch how the fiends inhale it
Watch how the snitches go tell it
I used to be that **** in that six deuce
Pumps real loose Now I'm dipping in the rag with the whoop
You **** souped thinking O.G. **** out dated
Highly decorated still can fade it
King tee the motherfucking greatest
And all you other **** out here still car chasing
[Verse 12]
Verse 7 (L.A. Breed)
These **** fronting like their big fish
So dig this
I'm about to put them on the hit list so witness
Exquisite flows off the liquid
You motherfuckers can't get with a real ****
When you on that bitch shit
Forget quitting who was the first to shout out L.A.
And now I represent that gun clique everyday
Lord forgive me if I'm sinning uncontrollably
The chronic took a hold of me and got me going
Seeing the world through my eyes glaze. That's why it pays
Feeling like I haven't ate in days
My momma praises a phase that I'm giving up
Tired of hitting up these feels like sitting ducks
You representing what
Its do or die when I rhyme that means death be the penalty
No matter what you do you can't get with me
Consider me the opitimy of ghetto lyric
No games or gimmicks I'll bust a clip until its finished.
[Verse 13]
Chorus
Motherfuckers want know what it would do
They want to know if it's the red or the blue
Bitch **** want to know if its true
Yo! Tell these motherfuckers who their listening to
Written by: Charles Penniman, Richard Ascencio, Roger McBride, Tracey Marrow
