L.A. Confidential E

And now for my next number, I'd like to Return to the classics. Uh, Uh, Yeah, Bust, bust. You know, Neighborhood. Blanco. AMB. Uh, look, look. Yeah. Yeah. Ain't the type of white dude sippin' Bud Light. I'm the type with my nine screamin' thug Life. A bad bitch, what I fuck tonight. You ain't shit motherfucker, so it's fuck your life. Fuck the DEA, IRS, and FBI. There I said it, won't regret it 'til it's Time try. I don't never leave a paper trail. And best believe I'm a G, I will break The scale. I'm a hustler, give a fuck about A budget. I'm a gangster, give a fuck about The judges. I'm a monster, middle finger to you Suckers. I'm a mobster, Mr. Untouchable. Can't fuck with me, I'm so on some other shit. On a road trip, gotta bring my other bitch. Not my other bitch, my other, other, other bitch. Every brick I flip, the more I'm like, "Fuck, I'm rich." All right, yeah. Pushing label. We got money on the table. Ayy. Dicks hang daily, the Glocks my protection. I'm the nigga that your mama told you not To mess with. Caught an interception on your bitch, Now it's a kidnap. Give her some dick quick, Now watch how fast she collapse. Pushin' label, yeah, been that way from day one. The hoes get around me and me, I just Got to say something. I let my chain speak, I ain't really gotta say much. If you see me in the streets, holla, "Snoop, Nigga, stay up." I'm all about my dollars, pop My collar on the hoe bitch. She say, "All you wanna do is fuck me," I say, "You know it." My bitch stolen, My bitch bad. Don't trip 'cause the homies got the strap. Run up in your pad like the motherfucking police. With pistols to your face like, "Nigga, don't you Owe me?" I'm tryna steal the rap game like A house lit. I'm from the West, but I'm Tryna fuck a South bitch. Nigga. I'm on, I don't give motherfuck. On some West Coast shit like, Like I'm really on this shit. I tell this shit to everybody. I don't give a fuck, nigga. West. Look, look, I'm fresh off the block, I ain't even really left yet. Best on the West, hands down, no question. And my Adidas got the Slauson Boy etched in. And Black Sam keep the money invested. All I do is check rappers off the checklist. And I don't beef, I eat beef for breakfast. And I don't sleep 'cause these streets is hectic. I don't make peace, I just put 'em on My necklace. Real nigga never ran, Never snitched. The old lady on Fifth ain't raised No bitch. And we some real niggas, nothing like Them niggas in your clique. Always running 'round talking about the little shit You did. We don't never say nothing about that Big shit we did. We just see each other and nod and you Know what it is. And we don't talk about The big shit we did. We just see each other and nod and you Know what it is, nigga. Bust. Yeah. Look. DB, Nigga, I be on that dope shit. My junkies be stay ready, we heavy and get Your dope kicked. You talking pussy, boy, on my Mama you ain't shot a sixth. This nigga mad, oh well, yeah, I got your Bitch. I heard that he snitched, the paperwork been Circulating. Heard this nigga snitched, swear to God, how the fuck he ate? No debating, hands down, I got the crown. You can ask around the town, DB, I'm getting Down fast. I got the gas and gas, Gas on top of gas. I'm like, "Fuck school, fuck school," never went to Class. I act a ass and act a ass, I'm like, "Fuck math." They talking shit, swear to God them niggas dumb trash. Black mask, I'm hopping out with that black mask. East Oakland, California, we like, "Fuck Taz." I had cash and had cash and had cash. Me, YG, Nissey, Blanco, I had gas. Lightning.