Yeah, uh ohh, c'mon, c'mon   Roll wit me, it's Santana   I'd like to welcome y'all to the great   Fuck wit ya boy, once again, Zeke      Now I got more than my swagger back   Listen here homie, Mr. Mick Jagger's back   Uh oh, young Zab of rap, only difference is   This Judah will shoot ya, then get back to rappin'      Traffin' crack threw half an' Hampton   Make stacks an' stacks an' that's a fact, man   Y'all can't fuck wit me   Baby girl, I drag my nuts for free comfortably      An' ya know I got my pimpin' together   Got my game, got my cain, got my limpin' together   Shit, bitch, you better get your switchin' together   'Cuz this back hand will get you together, hope you know that      An' sometime I can't believe my niggaz   Still in all, I'll give it all just to feed my niggaz   Eat, don't stop homie, breathe my niggaz   I need y'all more than y'all ever need me, my niggaz      This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'   I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my homies on the block with somethin'   Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie      For all my chicks on the strip that switch   Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my ladies who boost for higher   Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie      Yo, we livin' the life of loca vida, coke an' cheever   Driveby, blow smoke on the policia   Like fuck 'em, I got no love for Squalie   But I'm tired of runnin' from Squalie      Duckin' from Squalie, shit   An' we ain't do nothin' to Squalie   It's payback, we buckin' at Squalie   No more gettin' searched, frisked for nothin' by Squalie      Hey, so sell ya pack, sell ya cracks like when Dickens was near   Juelz Santana Dickens is here, yea   Yea, so Zeke is ya rollin' with me?   This the theme song, homie, fuck the police      We back at it, our crack habit is that drastic   Measures, we taken em', make 'em, we'll clap at ya   Peel off on dirt bikes an' raptors   Squirt pipes at bastards, y'all can't fuck wit me      This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'   I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my homies on the block with somethin'   Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie      For all my chicks on the strip that switch   Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my ladies who boost for higher   Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie      Hey ma, it's J.R. an' L's, it ain't hard to tell   We da niggaz in Maury an' Karl Lagerfeld   Wit that hard to sell that ain't hard to sell   An' a gun that'll hit you from far as Hell      You quick to flash, we'll whip yo' ass   Couple shots hit your glass, dip shit, ya whip will crash   I got the sickest past, stay skippin' class, pitchin' hash   All day, stood there flippin' halves      When I heard, "Squalie", I dished an' dashed   Ditched the hash, park, neutral, first gear, hit the gas   Now we rich with cash an' when I hear, "Squalie"   I sit an' laugh, dawg, you kiss his ass      Cooked more caine, push off dames   While you dumb niggaz stand there an' look all lame   I done popped an' took off chains   Now Ivory dump ice on me like my team won a football game      This is for all my niggaz on the block that's pumpin'   I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my homies on the block with somethin'   Hold it down, I think the cops is comin', Squalie      For all my chicks on the strip that switch   Be easy, I think the cops is comin', Squalie   All my ladies who boost for higher   Prada, Gucci attire, watch who's behind ya, Squalie