Yeah

Lil' Uno, Riggedy Ragz, King Syze

Sicko, motherfucker

Started off a long time ago, I got it in my bones

Your woman's on my phone, bitch, leave me alone

I'm a cool cat fellow, try to tame mellow

Little waist, big ol' ass, I say hello (Hello)

Mr. Uno's in the motherfuckin' buildin'

Here to fuck all the hoes and make children

You really wanna party? Come and party with me

It's the boogeyman, bitch, I know you saw it in me

I'm like Pac, and I'm 'bout to come rock this bitch

You seen the DVD, Rag said I talk shit

Oh, shit, woman, I think you better sit

I was tryin' to make you laugh, you little ignorant bitch

Here, have a drink, make you think a little bit

Tell me 'bout the piercing that you got up in your clit

That's it, baby, I think you had enough

Better get up out this club 'fore I end up like Puff

To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night

(Think, think, think you better recognize)

To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive

(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)

To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right

(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)

All you haters in the back get smashed on sight

(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)

Well, now we out this bitch, headed down south

Let me find a little chick and put my dick in her mouth

See, I pass on the pussy, I'd rather take brain

Some choose the opposite, to me it ain't the same

I'll remember your name if you do the shit right

The way you jack me off and you hold my dick tight

Pass the word to the circle, they grade your little ass

That's the way we do it, it's a King Syze smash

Any motherfucker in the vicinity'll tell you

A legend in the city, little bitch, ain't gotta sell you

I been there, I done it since back in '86

I seen it up close, homie, fuck the petty shit

Nothin' but the truth, get your fake ass out

Or put one in your ass and make your life black out

It's little motherfucker, Sickified out

Headed to your spot and reveal your hideout

To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night

(Think, think, think you better recognize)

To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive

(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)

To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right

(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)

All you haters in the back get smashed on sight

(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)

There they go right there, hell yeah, that's us

You been callin' us for weeks, yeah, I bet that sucks

See, you don't understand about the plan we got here

Flavor in your ear, yeah, your heart pumps fear

Ear to the street, stay ready for war

You just a little puppy, you ain't ready for more

I'm from the south side of Cali where you find us in the alley

South side streets where the devil don't sleep

Peep it here, motherfucker, this is King Syze ground

Live but don't touch, Lil' Uno break it down

Let me hear you motherfuckers with your crew holla back

Tequila, Anejo, I'll take a shot of that

To the bitches with the ass that been shakin' all night

(Think, think, think you better recognize)

To the fellas in the club that been talkin' that jive

(Think you bet-bet-bet-bet-better recognize)

To them freaky little bitches that be givin' brain right

(Think you bet-bet-better, better recognize)

All you haters in the back get smashed on sight

(Think you bet-bet-better rec-rec-recognize)