Say what, make out. Say what, make out. . It's a crazy situation. Keeps my body hot. I want infatuation. Something you ain't got. This fire inside. A love so bright.
Never do we stress cause we're known to rock shit. Decks are in effect and we're going to cock this. Twelve gauge super-fly never had a plan, shit. That's what we do best, that's how we scam shit.
This is dedicated to my nigga, Easy E, Compton. Rest in peace, my nigga. . Say what? I'ma hustler. I'ma con me some work an' I'ma doublea. Hit the block real hard an' I'ma sew it up.