I got a bunch of niggas with me, we trying to get rich So when I walk up in this muthafucka, watch your bitch See that new black Benz? That's not your shit It's no squares in my circle so you not gon' fit And that's J three on fire, he not no bitch So if you say something wrong he might pop your shit Man the girls just like me, I'm not no pimp I swear she give good head but she ain't got no sense If I see the cops coming, I'm a hop your fence I'm from Crenshaw and King nigga, I'm not no snitch Yea that look like me, but you ain't got no prints All your nigga make songs but he ain't got no hits He got signed in '09 why he ain't drop no disc I would have Dodgin' on that, no White Sox on this Shit I heard Funkflex say that "Pac ain't shit" And I hope when you see him that he slap your mouth Don't be looking for me nigga, I'm at your house Real early in the morning 'fore you back on out They got camera's in the club so we act on out And I'm that nigga they be askin' about I got a bunch of niggas with me, we trying to get paid The more money I spend, the less money I save The more money I got, the more honeys I blaze But don't let these nice clothes get you carried away I'm from the place where cousin Harold trying to floss that Beamer Right down on 43rd, right across from the cleaners You can hear the DPG bumpin through your speakers And if you get close enough, you might smell that reefer It's four niggas in a car, get high as the bleachers And if they don't fuck with you, I can't fuck with you eather My niggas go to Vegas, so we stay at The Seasons Like guess who I saw nigga you wouldn't believe it I might have done some things that you wouldn't agree with I might have got head from the girl that you live with I might have just fucked the girl you wanted to be with I got on my dark shades nigga I can't see shit