作词 : Shawn Thomas 作曲 : Shawn Thomas Ballin in a 600SL Drop top with the fat V12 Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong ******s can't ****** cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene Like morphine and ******, I'm the ******t Every ****** fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta ******t To take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg And Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro Padded, fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it [Chorus:] Desperado outlaws thru the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat [repeat] Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin under pressure Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin, crack that ass open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his ass chokin on piss and blood Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess I had that nappy-headed ass stretched If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy And they won't stop til you're pu******n up daisies, uhh [Chorus] Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House ******s get scoped by the revolution shooters ****** *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper Cos he wanna send all ******s to the pen Thinkin that they ****** but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a ****** And ****** John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a ****** from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies [Chorus]
作词 : Shawn Thomas 作曲 : Shawn Thomas Ballin in a 600SL Drop top with the fat V12 Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong ******s can't ****** cos I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene Like morphine and ******, I'm the ******t Every ****** fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta ******t To take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg And Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro Padded, fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it [Chorus:] Desperado outlaws thru the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat [repeat] Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin under pressure Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin, crack that ass open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his ass chokin on piss and blood Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess I had that nappy-headed ass stretched If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy And they won't stop til you're pu******n up daisies, uhh [Chorus] Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House ******s get scoped by the revolution shooters ****** *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper Cos he wanna send all ******s to the pen Thinkin that they ****** but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a ****** And ****** John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a ****** from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies [Chorus]
