Well, it's the musically drunken King Tee with the fifth of funk   Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh   I've been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove   Bust it out with act a fool      When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green   Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things   Had to play the part for the G's on the block   So I bought a blue rag, bought a black glock      Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid   The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid   On [Unverified] and Central, where niggaz get mental   For a dollar, makin' punk niggaz holla      I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin' some 'gnac   While the homies stripped cars in the back   Lifestyles of the short and broke   Ain't worried bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc      So break the nigga off when you come to my hood   'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good   Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's   Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain      So break the nigga off when you come to my hood   'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good   Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's   Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain      Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun   Tryin' to stay full while he's livin' in the slum   I used to bang on fools like I was goin' insane   From a notorious Compton gang      It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"   'Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger   Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky   For the homies that died and don't know why      It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec   Makin' hard niggaz hit the deck   Lifestyles of the short and broke   Ain't worried bout shit, 'cause I'm a down ass loc      So break the nigga off when you come to my hood   'Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good   Jackin' motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's   Got 'em jumpin' out they shit like the house of pain