[ Featuring Conway the Machine ]
Yeah nigga
Girbaud jeans and twenty sacks, old niggas in Kangol hats
Cocaine like Anglo Sax, big homies who never rat
[?] We in the back, the deuce is where we at
Yeah I'm just stating facts, them hoes like little black
Evict and play the track, in hopes to make a brack
Play oldies and let 'em slap, out Lincolns and Cadillacs
Breath sticking like Cognac, while sipping a 40 back
Hit Dave from cataracts, tell 'em that I need a half
Brought forty, that's from the lac, like nigga I do the math
That's eighty and tell 'em cash, help move 'em, we do it fast
Pussy niggas won't last this weak and we in the land Los Skan
Niggas'll do you for a band
Step right up, hurry, hurry
Before the show begins
My friends
Stand in line, get your tickets
I hope you will attend
Yeah, Amiris of fifty sacks, young killas in Raiders hats
My shooter just played it back, he waiting to spray his Mac
That bitch just made me a sack, I blow it she made it back
I'm eating nigga, you ain't even seeing my table scrap
Believe me I'm stating facts, I be where the Lakers at
Court side I'm at the Staples center on TV smelling like Pat Ha Ha Ha
Main street that's where I be, that could easily be Iraq
Chopperes ringing young niggas will squeeze at you for a stack
Push the Royce truck, before that we drove Rovers
Conway, Jay Worthy, the hoes chose us, ah
The bezel on the Roll rose those Froza, soul controller
Standing over the stove whipping Oza (talk to 'em)
Nigga shot at me, he ain't have no luck (you niggas miss huh?)
I doubled back, that pussy nigga got his dome struck
Roscoes on Pico eating Obama special
My momma told me that I was special, nigga
Step right up, hurry hurry (I'm special nigga, yeah)
Before the show begins (bitch, I said I'm special)
My friends (hoe)
Stand in line, get your tickets
I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
