(Gangsta!). Now if you got your hat tilted to the side. And you're always down to jack a bitch for her ride. Or the colors that your rep, make others upset.
[Chorus:]. Hold the ball 'cause you just might fumble. Goin' about 90 baby comin' out the bay bridge tunnel. God gimme G's on the double. Prime time trouble.
Glorified. . Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,. . Verse: 1. In the game of pain that rang the outlaws. Freaks come through at a 2 no draws. Stop for a sec tiga dont take a pause.
Git Down. . Uh you see im way to aggressive to act embarassed. And im cool with my game and the love we charish. Stay true even if I knock a broad like paris.
"J'aibe soin d'un crayon...". . You better make it. And lace it. And hope the pigs don't take. And keep your mission basic. No time to come and fake it.
I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure. Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger. Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit. Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit.
"Is night shift okay with you?". "Yes". "Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie". . Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We go to work when people go to bed.
Yeah, I be acting crazy rapping nasty but don't get me wrong. I got sense I'ma thank God on this song. This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died.
[Afroman talking]. Gotta do one song for the hood. This going out to all my homeboys. Ya know what I' saying. All my balling homeboys. Ya know what I' saying.