[ Featuring Problem ]
What's up funk, what's up groove, what's up hood, what's up gangsta,
What's up lord, what's up folk, what's up homes, what's up gangsta,
Shit is so different now, everybody different now, homies turn to bitches now, same shower
Different tiles, exploring marble floors while niggas squarer than kitchen towels, we can't
Talk much, my conversation too different now, f*ck the crown, nigga my motivation more different
Now, baby back up, would you act like that if my bitch was round, drug and pussy ain't
Clouding a nigga vision now, still hot boxin' that Audi before I hit the party, P gon' be
Who he be, huh, so act accordingly, my migo bought me a watch to offset the cardi, chachi
Chachi hit Compton in Maserati, used to dream about it when them Christmases wasn't so jolly,
When I would ball at Holly or Rowley up in Gardena, or when niggas was shooting at my
First shows in Altadena, or me and Dre was f*cking on rat hoes in Carmelita's, or when
We fell out, when we both was f*cking on Marquita, I found to get my green up, I'm from the same
City as Venus and Serena, I served back and forth off them cleaners off Alameda, on Jesus
Thank Nutty's for passes, I knew I surpassed him with riding in Bentley's with Glasses,
In and out of hoods that's active with no incidents, still move around like that, what
A coincidence,What's up funk, what's up groove, what's up hood, what's up gangsta,
What's up lord, what's up folk, what's up homes, what's up gangsta, what role y'all playing,
Who y'all auditioning, f*ck a hook, f*ck a song, this reconditioning, they sendin keep me out
Emails, niggas petitioning, I come in rooms, niggas get to whispering, that's different,
Now that's different, you can't stop what's meant for him, but don't be trying at my discipline,
Cause all that f*ck you up ratchet bullshit I was on, guess what, that shit still lives in here,
A lot of this I don't share much, I don't care much, the flow dirty, grab room, lift the chairs up,
Start sweeping, I'm bussing, who beefing, just listen, I'm teaching, I'm preaching, no deacon,
What's up funk, what's up groove, what's up hood, what's up gangsta,
What's up lord, what's up folk, what's up homes, what's up gangsta,
You niggas future still controlled by your past tense,
That's why your mind still controlled by your last bitch, I tend to stay away from boys that
Be on that shit, that dick and pussy bus will have you in that casket, while I wake up early on
The mission to claim the money, the devil's most beautiful angel, it's funny the things niggas
Do to obtain you, turn a nigga that you've known your whole life to a stranger, every day it gets
Stranger, so I gotta move colder, dream big like you young, cause every day you get older, I done
Gained some exposure, now they swear that they know the son of Leona, that lived across the street
From them Colberts, doors open and close em, real shit I condone it, no longer with it, if after I did it
Me and God is opponents and that's real, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, first thoughts that come to my
Mind when I hear the word Compton is home.
