Bitch, I fucking trust this blunt

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust might lose

My mind for fucking trust glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

A **** had the nerve to walk up

On me ask me where I'm from

I told him I ain't bang, he didn't listen

So I gave him one

Not the cididy one, **** try to hit him up

Now you wanna get him up, set it up

And wet it up

Now from the hood, checking ****

On the daily

Started off BG, OG, baby

Real live homie, two heaters in my seat

Had to check a **** at the

Compton Swap Meet

Where you from? I don't bang

Where you live? Where you hang?

Say the wrong thing, and bang

Lights out, kites out to the

Homies in the pen

Crippin' in thе city, we ain't let the cuz in

**** camouflagе, try to

Blend in to fit in

Get a hood rat so they set in

But if she got a brother, a daddy

Or a cousin

They hit your ass up like

Motherfuckers, where you from, cuh?

Have you really thought about your part in this participation?

My prediction bloody murder similar to menstruation

Now in fairness to conversation

'Cause it's your fate so take the time

To contemplate what you'll be facin'

Talkin' that Hip-Hop shit, don't get shot, bitch

'Cause you can tell all in your clique to eat Pac's dick

The clip's in, prepare for the mothafuckin' death blow

(Let's go!)

'Cause every rapper in the industry is history, it's Death Row

I got a riddle: what's little and talks big

With midget arms and creamy white fillin' in the middle

That will do anything to throw dirt on my name

If it means walkin' the whole Mediterranean

Is he an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian? No!

His name's Raymond and, oh, so sorry, yo, Osorio

that was a long time ago (Westside!)

Must be so so crazy

Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad

Standin' in the midst of my comrades (Comrades)

Bitches can't fade me

Plottin' but they ploys crashed

Fuckin' with the midst of my comrades (Comrades)

Take it to the next phase; you had your time to talk shit

Now bitches bustas getting checkmated

These days mothafuckas talk shit and turn snitch

When you see 'em they ain't talking about shit

(Westside!)

I am- i am being real? how can I explain this?

How can I swing this in English language

If I switch to slang and turn man to mayn

Do I do it in vain or simply to entertain?

Am i being fake?

Am I just a fraud or am I truly genuine?

Or am I caught up in this hot water?

Wody on my daughter

I told ya I love this culture (Let's go!)

So why they lock my Aunty son up?

Might storm the fucking station with

My motherfucking gun up

All accusations what they sum up

They locking **** over young

Bitches wanting a nut bust

She popped that pussy, she was 15

If she can open up her legs, then

She old enough to get dick, see

Because her parents want to flip see

They flipped the script got a **** locked up

Some bitch shit

This Glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Bitch, I fucking trust my bitch

I'on fucking trust this glock

Where the fuck do these **** where

All this shit be goin' down?

You want to know how I did this shit?

You want to know how real my shit is?

Go read the mothafuckin' newspaper

You trick ass ****

(Huh!)