What's up motherfuckers  I'm talkin major shit motherfuckin day, you feel    I'm coming strait from the Oakland streets  I got let u niggaz know when the end meets  So here we go come and take a ride with me   In the streets of the motherfuckin fifties    First of all let me take you for a five-minute ride  Come back for, one nigga just died  And I don't even trip of for shit   That it takes for a motherfuckin lick   Be strong, stand tall, a hold your grounds up, be a mack like Dru Down   A nigga who stands on his tiptoes   And I love short hair fine hoes   Nappy hairs don't remind me   Cause I'm blind just like Run DMC   C and H don't you like this shit a funky rap to another funky hit   Niggaz wanna know about me   The capitalized serial killa a double D   Well nigga back up take fifty feet   Unless you want your teeth layin on the concrete   Cause am not playin no games  Never did never will now what's up mayn   You wan test some skills   Well let's test your skills on the real   Uh, nigga you ain't shit   A punk kissing ass and lickin on some dick  And I knew by the way you move   You were switching the hips and perking them lips  You was a fagot ass bitch  But don't trip cause a nigga like me just talkin shit     You feel that I'm talkin major shit bitch  Ha one two one two here I go with the flow   Now what you got say about me talkin shit  I aint never been to legit to quit   Cause a nigga like me is on the go  Always being real true to the hoe   Never turn to the white man just a black man   To some brothers now you understand  Cause a nigga aint trippin no more of the white folks  I just got to get my money on   And this is out for you ballas   Shit, popo stay off the dick  Cause you motherfuckers keep on jackin   I'm gonna get feed up, something gonna happen   I may run and get tha AK take nine   I dammed near forget to creep to the 4 five   But a nigga aint loose I get juice when it comes to me wearing toe boots   In case I got to throw AK to the shit   And then I get crossed to check   I don't play no I don't fuck around  21 years in the Eastside Oak town  I bet you couldn't hang like I did  Being a mack pimp player at age ten   But science I was young and talk a little bit   I listend up and when I spoke I talked major shit     A well a brother like me feel bionic  Every time I'm puffin on a joint of the cronic   Yeah, I wear five nine dickies  I'm sayin fuck 8 ball I drink Mickies   So peep this here I go   I say whats up to my folks from the five O mail row  And back cross two   I aint forgot about my partners form the five 2, foo   And we can keep it on the strive   I throw a peace sign, for six five and six nine   And I'm gona keep it on a go  I wants some bounce lets go to seven nine eight O  And yeah am talkin big shit  Roll up the window come with me to the land and hit nine six   And ride, and say whats up to my folks   But for me to say names that's brother off   And so we steady getting high buffin Marvin Gaywe   And science we ridin throgh the streets hit nine eight   End even I'm down the street around the block   I can't forget about my folks from Plymouth Rock   well I'm finished I'm quit through talkin shit,   Don't forget   Dru Down keeps guns and clips and clips and clips