First, you find a house and scope it out Find a Chinese neighborhood, cause they don't believe in bank accounts Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone ring the doorbell And someone that ain't scared to do what it do Third, you pull up at the spot Park, watch, ring the doorbell and knock Four, make sure nobody is home They gone, okay it's on Don't be scared, nigga, you're in now If the police come you gonna find out who your friends now That ain't them talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you You're conscious cause you know you got nines with two clips on you But fuck that, motherfuck that plasma And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box You tryna get paid? Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson they'll give you cash back
Meet the motherfucking flockers Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life Don't be ashamed, it's okay, baby Make some noise if you've ever stole a dollar out your mama's purse
Niggas don't know the history 'bout the fly Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go fly Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks That nigga in the car better be listening to that box Ay, I ain't staking out shit, nigga Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding dong ditch Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich 50 racks, three niggas, 65 a split Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership I never took notes nigga, I need the pinkslip Hit Icy, Mac and Ave for my bullshit Spent about ten cash Jumped in the whip and did the whole dash D-Loc my nigga my nigga, hit my first lick Passed with my niggas at!
Writer/s: MIKELY WILHELM ADAM, KEENON DAQUAN RAY JACKSON, MARQUISE NEWMAN
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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