Verse 1. (Noreaga). Got out the mall yo. This weeded cat rockin a fade. In my face askin can he see the grenade. I woulda' let him see it. The way he came across I said nah, beat it.
L.A., Watts, Inglewood. C.P.T , yo, Ren, let's go this shit. . We make bitches suck dick every drop off the dime. And niggaz mad as fuck when I'm bustin' my rhyme.