40 Glocc - N.W.A

{Intro}
Ay
Press record cuzz
I gotta get it in
It's a lotta bullshit I gotta get off my chest
(You know I'm the real nigga witta attitude, right?)

{Verse}
One to the, two to the, three to the, four to the, O
G is for ghetto the rest for the loc
I gotta couple situations I'ma approach
(?...) non familiar faces and some you know, I'm from the west (West)
I represent the coast, so many carrots on my neck I'm like a vegetable
I'm 'bout to dip through they set and see what they do
My Harlem bitch give me spins like a record pool
All I know is the Jimmy and my dick is (?...)
Santana got dropped and cop no jеwels
A member of your crеw, slip and got beat up by Loon
I'm that needle out the haystack 'bout to bust your balloon
Spill that ink on your chest like my name cartoon
Splash (Splash)
Splash (Splash) get your t-shirt soaked when that car go past
Ya hop on out finish him off and mash
Tell his mom he died under the circumstance
Your whole clique is monkeys in a circus act, I'm in that trap pitchin'
I don't kick it with you rap niggas, spittin' 300 Bars, ain't sayin' shit up in a sentence
Your only fifty cent away from a head shot, the paramedics pumpin' ya chest without Doc (Nigga see me in club)
And get knock
You got the butterfly tat from fondling wit his pops
My hood rat got (?...) tatted upon on her thigh, she got that good cat
I wonder why
I piss on niggas, and shit on mics, if we was kids on the block I take your bike
I'm the prime example of what these suckers don't like
I'm on that gang bang shit, bring a gun to a fight
Your weak homie, when you speak on me, you make me laugh
Take the 40 out your name put a cal in ya ass, it's the Unit

{Outro}
Infa-infa-infamous
Your weak homie, when you speak on me, you make me laugh
Take the 40 out your name put a cal in ya ass, it's the Unit
Infa-infa-infamous