Still one of my favorite rap songs ever. Bay area shit, biiitch. Keak Da Sneak’s old group. The first verse is some ooh wee. I can’t even understand some of this nigga lyrics but I get the gist of how he escaped police pursuit and got a car stereo w/ tremendous knock. And his flow is extra throwed. Am I right or am I right?
* WARNING * (These lyrics are from OHHLA, my old middle school homepage on every web browser I touched in the computer lab, so pardon the mistakes I tried to correct ‘em where I could.) * WARNING *
Drinkin’ on a 4-0 ounce of malt liqua, Lex coupe quicka
5 on the back of my ride, think I’m hot, checkin my plates and sticka
but if they don’t ride paassst me
Lil voice in my head sayin hit the gas, G, go fastly
Through the back streets through the cuts n trucks of East Oakland
You see pimpin and ho-in L-E-O got the dank smokin’
These pigs on the back of my lex ain’t knowin
The way my dollars and flex is flowin, I guess they came up Charlie
Cuz the rode right pass, and I kept ridin’ bumpin Bob Marley
To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock
You could here me comin all the way up the block
Cocaine like sittin on thangs with shocks
with a glock, man I’ll be hittin yo block
Packin heat like Rambo roasted channels, strapped with a gat
thats packed with ammo, neva pretend-o, breakdown indo
Throw the ‘bacco out the window, flowamatically countin c-notes
Automatically countin people, hit ‘em up, get ‘em up, bumpers dig ‘em up
Bust them shots, [??????]
Fill ‘em up wid a hollow tip till they can’t feel shit, man I’m so sick
