[Intro: YG]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look
Look
[Verse: YG & Justin Credible]
Turnt up, burnt-out
Pretty bitches outta house
Who fuck niggas for clout, things she did it with her mouth (Mhm)
I rep the West so hard, they don't feel me in the South (Ooh, ooh)
They fuck with me but they just can't get with the bounce
Ice-T said L.A. niggas don't wear chains
But why the fuck I got bust downs and plain janes?
I be covered in gold, nigga, A-Spades (Yes)
Big dog in the city, bitch, great thang (Big dog, uh)
They like, "How you maintain, livin' with a gang bang?" (Yeah)
'Cause I keep that flame flame, play with me, your brains hang (Woo)
Bitch I'm a whole gangster like my stage namе
Get money and fuck on your main thang (Let's do it)
Paparazzi, fuck thе fame, Tequila sippin' I'm the pain
But every time some shit happen, YG the one to blame? (Mmh, mmh)
And that's lame, that's a fuckin' shame
I swear that shit's strange
One ticket, two ticket, three tickets, fo'
I got tickets and they ain't from the po-po
I got plenty mo', I fuck with plenty hoes
They suck me then fuck me and then talk about they goals (Woo)
No, I don't politic, I'm not a politician
Got hope in my heart I hope the opps ain't got a pot to piss in (Come on)
How that's your goal but tryin' competition?
Type a nigga get caught in awkward positions
I'm fightin' addictions, I pay commissions, gay positions
For convictions, for street cred so y'all would listen (Okay)
I don't trust a soul dog, that's my position (Woo)
Ayy, 'cause, nigga, I been crossed by Christians
So cautious, I let it bang (Come on)
In a courtroom I'm a rapper, I ain't never sane (Come on)
Same nigga, same I ain't never changed
Married to the game, fo' hunnid on the wedding rings (Okay)
Stupid, made it out the streets, GaTa blueprint
Y'all was mad, Nip was Crip and I was whoopin'
That was my low, we did our thang, we was troopin'
They was mad back then but now they salutin' (Salute)
To the coach, I made contribution
Gave back to the city, I done pay for prostitution (Mmh, okay)
'Cause they ain't the same but still gave 'em evolution
The homies do the crime, I pay the restitution
Respectfully, if you ain't steppin' you can't get next to me
So much of a real nigga, they thought I had the recipe
Ecstasy, how I make her feel sexually
She toppin' me off, I can't get enough, I'm thinkin' 'bout the broccoli (Come on)
In my city dog, it's shoot-outs and robberies
So think twice before you rodeo drive for a shoppin' spree (That's fact)
Check your chain if you ain't slidin around properly
Shoot first, ask questions later, speak Glockanese
Oh, Glockanese, okay
Yeah (YG)
Hold on, I gotta say this, I gotta say this (Run it then)
And how to rob a rapper ain't no diss
It's just a message to these rappers, please be on your shit (Be clear)
Yeah (Be clear)
[Outro: YG & Justin Credible]
Long live Nip Hussle, long live Slim Fo', 400
I Got Issues out now (Woo), talk to me
Okay, YG settin' the record straight out here
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, look
Look
[Verse: YG & Justin Credible]
Turnt up, burnt-out
Pretty bitches outta house
Who fuck niggas for clout, things she did it with her mouth (Mhm)
I rep the West so hard, they don't feel me in the South (Ooh, ooh)
They fuck with me but they just can't get with the bounce
Ice-T said L.A. niggas don't wear chains
But why the fuck I got bust downs and plain janes?
I be covered in gold, nigga, A-Spades (Yes)
Big dog in the city, bitch, great thang (Big dog, uh)
They like, "How you maintain, livin' with a gang bang?" (Yeah)
'Cause I keep that flame flame, play with me, your brains hang (Woo)
Bitch I'm a whole gangster like my stage namе
Get money and fuck on your main thang (Let's do it)
Paparazzi, fuck thе fame, Tequila sippin' I'm the pain
But every time some shit happen, YG the one to blame? (Mmh, mmh)
And that's lame, that's a fuckin' shame
I swear that shit's strange
One ticket, two ticket, three tickets, fo'
I got tickets and they ain't from the po-po
I got plenty mo', I fuck with plenty hoes
They suck me then fuck me and then talk about they goals (Woo)
No, I don't politic, I'm not a politician
Got hope in my heart I hope the opps ain't got a pot to piss in (Come on)
How that's your goal but tryin' competition?
Type a nigga get caught in awkward positions
I'm fightin' addictions, I pay commissions, gay positions
For convictions, for street cred so y'all would listen (Okay)
I don't trust a soul dog, that's my position (Woo)
Ayy, 'cause, nigga, I been crossed by Christians
So cautious, I let it bang (Come on)
In a courtroom I'm a rapper, I ain't never sane (Come on)
Same nigga, same I ain't never changed
Married to the game, fo' hunnid on the wedding rings (Okay)
Stupid, made it out the streets, GaTa blueprint
Y'all was mad, Nip was Crip and I was whoopin'
That was my low, we did our thang, we was troopin'
They was mad back then but now they salutin' (Salute)
To the coach, I made contribution
Gave back to the city, I done pay for prostitution (Mmh, okay)
'Cause they ain't the same but still gave 'em evolution
The homies do the crime, I pay the restitution
Respectfully, if you ain't steppin' you can't get next to me
So much of a real nigga, they thought I had the recipe
Ecstasy, how I make her feel sexually
She toppin' me off, I can't get enough, I'm thinkin' 'bout the broccoli (Come on)
In my city dog, it's shoot-outs and robberies
So think twice before you rodeo drive for a shoppin' spree (That's fact)
Check your chain if you ain't slidin around properly
Shoot first, ask questions later, speak Glockanese
Oh, Glockanese, okay
Yeah (YG)
Hold on, I gotta say this, I gotta say this (Run it then)
And how to rob a rapper ain't no diss
It's just a message to these rappers, please be on your shit (Be clear)
Yeah (Be clear)
[Outro: YG & Justin Credible]
Long live Nip Hussle, long live Slim Fo', 400
I Got Issues out now (Woo), talk to me
Okay, YG settin' the record straight out here
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