I got a head, but ain't no screws in it.
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha f***** chin
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the s*** to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real s***.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a n**** for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools drool. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha f****s.
Turnin men to suckas.
n***** wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha f****s.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had s*** left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
s*** outta luck. f***** and stuck with that rough s***.
f*** a pop song, f*** video, f*** a***nio, f*** the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my n***** in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock c***ed and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha f****, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted a** white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n*****.
Digital Underground: my real n*****.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha f****s that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha f****, 2 motha f****, 3 motha f****s,
d***, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha f****s.
Mad motha f****s.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha f****s.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed a** well payed OG's.
Ah s***!
Pulled up in a benzy, s*****.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip s***.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now n****, eat a d*** up.
I
Roll up and get swoll up.
Hold up.
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha f***** chin
check.
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland.
Hoping I rock the s*** to get ya open.
Say your looking for some real s***.
Then catch a funkdified batch.
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map.
Tupac is on the big screen strivin.
Gotta love a n**** for survivin.
I wear alot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools drool. Ooohh.
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer.
But I'll just buck then bigger motha f****s.
Turnin men to suckas.
n***** wanna start a little ruckus.
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha f****s.
They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight.
Hit em wit my eight. Never had s*** left, right.
Then hit em wit the uppercut. Duck quick.
s*** outta luck. f***** and stuck with that rough s***.
f*** a pop song, f*** video, f*** a***nio, f*** the radio.
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my n***** in the pen.
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's.
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G.
Glock c***ed and then they kill me.
I'm representin'.
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son.
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah.
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha f****, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube.
House of Pain: funky blunted a** white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n*****.
Digital Underground: my real n*****.
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion.
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man.
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface.
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass.
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click.
E-40 the Governor and Richie Rich.
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava.
DJ Ditch for their behavior.
Off the head, my freestyle flow.
Just a couple of motha f****s that I know.
I'm strictly representin
1 motha f****, 2 motha f****, 3 motha f****s,
d***, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja.
Daddy was a soulja.
Strong in the struggle.
Must contend so it's on.
Raised in a house full of bad motha f****s.
Mad motha f****s.
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha f****s.
Now they know me, the homies.
Raised by some crazed a** well payed OG's.
Ah s***!
Pulled up in a benzy, s*****.
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail.
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit.
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it.
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it.
It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it.
Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip s***.
Now they wanna maime me.
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja.
Bang bang boogy it's stick up.
Quit now n****, eat a d*** up.
I