Chillin in my own hood 87's on the corner The loc'est side in Vallejo California But I must warn you it's dangerous on my side of the way That is why we bump the sounds that get down the lay Straight mugsta a thugsta that's getting paid Too fast spliffs in my half of game will make'em pay The month of may is when I first started my grinds Slanging brakes even cake in eighty-nine Things was fine cuz brothers wasn't front in black Now what do I know thangs was way too wack Cuz everytime I turn my back there was a new one on the scene Saying a little bit of nuthing will get in paid green On magazines rapping the hoes and the whole nine That ol punk **** makes me leave the grind And go full time in my whole rap career Cuz I scrap with the raps that you love to hear Sipping on beer and dojies from the dank spot I hit the spliffs and split my **** and now I can't stop Pushing crack rock only on the strips and alleyways It's gangsta lay from the v straight from the cali main What we caught and **** we bag it up and chop it down cut rates Sell weights pound for pound Check out the product me show you think you can get served And if you got with the rest of the ***** to the curb Beat down to the ground that like he's there That's how it's done with a mutha****ing loc'est playa The crazy ants spicey ohh and my cousin tay Riding waves just get a magazine in my *****s main Macking mic lil twan me and spoon d gp and big g and lil reek Loccest solja smoking doja And paying the cops no mind why [Chorus x3] Sticking to the grind Gotta make that many [Young Lay] Engine itching is number nine sticking to the ****ing grind And if that ***** is in your scratch let the nine give her depth Put the gat down her throat diggity down deeper though Time to let a hoe know that I'm all about the flow I'm know on my side the loccest side ride like that cold turkey And keep a strap in my black derby So when I got it on then I'm rocking a microphone ***** let it alone for the set ring it on Got my cudee crazy het in the back of me Young juve's from the lowest place young face clocking g'z And something will be stopping his mail I let the coat sold some **** now Cari got me clocking man [Chorus x3] [Young Lay] Mr. mutha****a musta brought the *****s Looking at the **** I'm about to but some **** in you ****ing mouth cuz you's about being a ***** And everytime I turn my back you nose is in my **** I stack pay and hustle hard every****ing day Payed it to myself even though rapping keep though suckers away But *****s be up on the **** like it's the ****ing thing to do I hit the locest strip seen somebody slanging too They ain't from the crew So they muggs on me but what you trying to do fool Make some green trick you ain't no hoe You aint' no **** pushers See *****s be hitting ninety **** rest in the bushes Trying to knock my game coming through they must be curious Cuz I'm slanging things that make a few bangs go delirious It's just like the seventh day when a young playa wakes up Get my pager I got to pagers to make these feens think I'm faking or what My shirt I tuck then I put on my dirby cotton heens Hooked up with the crew now we sitting in a group steady serving the feens Hoes dwell off the sales and I'm liking the broad And off to Josie off the dank I had to make the fall [Chorus]
Chillin in my own hood 87's on the corner The loc'est side in Vallejo California But I must warn you it's dangerous on my side of the way That is why we bump the sounds that get down the lay Straight mugsta a thugsta that's getting paid Too fast spliffs in my half of game will make'em pay The month of may is when I first started my grinds Slanging brakes even cake in eighty-nine Things was fine cuz brothers wasn't front in black Now what do I know thangs was way too wack Cuz everytime I turn my back there was a new one on the scene Saying a little bit of nuthing will get in paid green On magazines rapping the hoes and the whole nine That ol punk **** makes me leave the grind And go full time in my whole rap career Cuz I scrap with the raps that you love to hear Sipping on beer and dojies from the dank spot I hit the spliffs and split my **** and now I can't stop Pushing crack rock only on the strips and alleyways It's gangsta lay from the v straight from the cali main What we caught and **** we bag it up and chop it down cut rates Sell weights pound for pound Check out the product me show you think you can get served And if you got with the rest of the ***** to the curb Beat down to the ground that like he's there That's how it's done with a mutha****ing loc'est playa The crazy ants spicey ohh and my cousin tay Riding waves just get a magazine in my *****s main Macking mic lil twan me and spoon d gp and big g and lil reek Loccest solja smoking doja And paying the cops no mind why [Chorus x3] Sticking to the grind Gotta make that many [Young Lay] Engine itching is number nine sticking to the ****ing grind And if that ***** is in your scratch let the nine give her depth Put the gat down her throat diggity down deeper though Time to let a hoe know that I'm all about the flow I'm know on my side the loccest side ride like that cold turkey And keep a strap in my black derby So when I got it on then I'm rocking a microphone ***** let it alone for the set ring it on Got my cudee crazy het in the back of me Young juve's from the lowest place young face clocking g'z And something will be stopping his mail I let the coat sold some **** now Cari got me clocking man [Chorus x3] [Young Lay] Mr. mutha****a musta brought the *****s Looking at the **** I'm about to but some **** in you ****ing mouth cuz you's about being a ***** And everytime I turn my back you nose is in my **** I stack pay and hustle hard every****ing day Payed it to myself even though rapping keep though suckers away But *****s be up on the **** like it's the ****ing thing to do I hit the locest strip seen somebody slanging too They ain't from the crew So they muggs on me but what you trying to do fool Make some green trick you ain't no hoe You aint' no **** pushers See *****s be hitting ninety **** rest in the bushes Trying to knock my game coming through they must be curious Cuz I'm slanging things that make a few bangs go delirious It's just like the seventh day when a young playa wakes up Get my pager I got to pagers to make these feens think I'm faking or what My shirt I tuck then I put on my dirby cotton heens Hooked up with the crew now we sitting in a group steady serving the feens Hoes dwell off the sales and I'm liking the broad And off to Josie off the dank I had to make the fall [Chorus]
