[First Verse]  My sweet Lac fall back just creepin' on three wheels   A bitch to my right cocked giving me cheap thrills   I see meals, coming down my path   In the ghetto cat's wrath making math   I'm the last to blast, on that ass now you the past   It's no joke you get smoked like buddah grass   Who the fastest punk em' like cashes   And when I crash this you catch whiplashes   Bitch I'm on a mission to listen and give descriptions   Hung G's in my hood in their intentions   I hear gunshots ringing like hell's bells   I see drug sells check out my thug tales   Fuck jails, bank swells keeps hella grip   And I can sell dope on ice, and never slip   They serving Kibbles N' Bits while I'm cooking bricks   Save my crumbs for the ones who sucking dicks   I made it rich on the ditch you quick snap   I left that cut now they wonder where the brick's at   My green shit stacks, still clip packs   Thirty-six lead homies so don't trip jack   It's the wet back hitting on the bongs   Son in the long run, I'll be the strong one.     [Chorus: (4X)]  If you step in my hood bitch you will get blasted   It's nothin but that h-town g-funk     (Yeah this is for all them hustlers in Hillwood, South Park. Huh.)     [Second Verse]  I told yah, boy you must have caught amnesia   Trying to jack now you're on your back breathing anastesia   You got blasted cuz you trespassed it   They never lasted, in the game I mastered   You stupid bastard, tell me what's your final word   Before I let this lead tip hit your spinal cord   Oh you was ready just begging to gank me   Now your ass is just dead and stanky   I put my foot in your shit like the hokey pokey   Leave the scene, now everything's okie dokie   Your homies know me, but they won't fuck with this   Cuz now they know that I could show buck a bitch   I'm the macker plus the gun packer   So you little jackers best stick to crackers   Cuz fucking with this mex gets your neck broke   Stuck like chuck straight fucked and in check Loc   Cuz I think fast when I'm in the slow lane   Get in my domain and fall back with no brain   So dont raid, or try to rain on my parade   Cuz i'm strapped from my blade, to my grenade.     [Chorus]    [Third Verse]  My sweet Texas, restless, wanting to ride Lexus   Check this or flex this, I get wreckless   Unbelievable lyrical synical   Here we go mary go round I down critical   Street stamina dammin' a cop   Slammin' a punk, and jam in my funk   I'm the man with the skill foreal   Guard my grill with steel, on Sundays I kneel   On my knees to Jesus, please seize us   Cuz my boy's in trouble, and he needs us   Got a bat, my homie's on the double   Punks want trouble, I bam bam rubble   Still the son of a gun having big fun   Come and get some, I leave you wet mon   Fill your lead with an infared   I put the best to bed, they call him dead fucking fred   Shed my skin like a snake on a vine   Climbing on the crime side, coming around the blind side   We fall in ranks like a motherfucking pyramid   And I'm the top block will I stop never did   Make you pass the 9th grade, but got life made   Chose that dope and I hope I picked the right trade.     [Chorus]