You can catch five,
but catch me in a CL5
Whatever way dawg,
the game get live
Keepin' it gangsta in the PD, 50 below
Late night, I'm in Dublin's
and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hood raps gotta hug me
Pop X, spark the bubba, shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere,
and I ain't talkin' bout
a concert dawg
Talkin' bout ten niggas
in Converse dawg
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard
And the warden's watchin',
only difference is the whores
is watchin' skills,
love to see a nigga roll up on 20s
Hop in that 6 -4,
roll up on Bentley's life
I'm a gangster, babe, if I'm the CPT
Run with the pound like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you see murder
like it ain't no lemon
And I represent the P like
Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Get it right, got it, good, okay
It's the Black Sox, we get low,
we get dough
And the Yate, they pimp hoes,
and countin' we 6 -4
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Get it right. Got it good. Okay.
It's the black socks and get low
we get though and the yay
They pimp hoes and count
them with six bucks
I know you love to watch me
Especially when I'm looking rocky
to trade with the broccoli
with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with
the cuff in my shoes
Heavy jacket on my elbow
50 coats to choose in my neighborhood
of young Bill Gates
Never shuffle the cakes
or cover my face and run up in a place
I'm a superstar thinking
my chain glass bezel and bang
80 carats on my pinky and ring
Goosebumps when you
speakin' my name
Cause I'm peepin' the game
With Tycoon Thang
A million dollar plane
I'm a maniac
Young boy gone
Like a young Roy Jones
You out of my zone
And ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood Purdue stores
Stakes is high
Now we storin' through them
spaceskies
Strap your body with them
cakes and ride
The handle is up
Switchin' kids
Hit the pedal and ride
I'm a neighborhood superstar
Get it? Right
Got it? Good
Okay
It's the Black Sox
Get low
We get dough in the gate, they
pimp hoes
and countin' we six -four
I'm a neighborhood superstar,
get it? Right, got it? Good, okay
It's the black socks that get low
We get dough in the gate, they
pimp hoes
and countin' we six -four
I'm a shining star,
and I gotta hit the boulevard
And that new Jaguar,
why he moves through traffic like that?
Purple Haze, Roll Rays, the OJs,
the gangsta leans
So, please believe that I
keep two Gs in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve,
two rats in my beam
X5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic
from Compton to Bed -Stuy
It's the kid from the far west, I
Oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick -up guys
Them Ocean Eleven licks got the
young kid rich for life
And I ain't talking bout a movie
of George Clooney
I'm talking bout running in your spots
with Uzi tucked in a coogee
Do me? Nah, truly might lose your lives
They say I got 2K2 covered
like A .I.
I'm neighborhood superstar,
get it right, got it, good, okay
It's the Black Sox, get low,
we get dough,
in the game, they pimp hoes
In Compton, we six -four,
I'm a neighborhood superstar,
get it right, got it, good, okay
It's the Black Sox,
get low, we get low,
in the game, they pimp hoes
In Compton, we six -four
Yeah, man, I told y 'all, man
Fillmore, California, nigga,
where we launch the best, nigga
JT, the bigger figure, Sam Quinn
D -Mo the youngster,
Zep the gaffler
Introducing the gang
Nigga, the first nigga
I went got outside of
the Fillmore District
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah, man
And we gon' pass him on off
to Aftermath Records, man
So they can take him to the T .O .P.
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
But this album right here
This a yel low JT,
the bigger figure production
My nigga Charli O on the beat
You know what I'm talkin' about?
And we keepin' it real thuggish, man.
Barrier style, nigga.
Black Wall Street.
Now let's get money.
Get money.
