Look, 1995, man, I'm tired of lyin…
These little punk ass bitches, you know, scary-ass motherfuckers
I don’t know who's the worst, the niggas or the bitches
Yeah now, uh, I just wanna kick a lil game and look
Everybody up out there, do what you gotta do to stay strong
Just keep yo head up, and it ain't long
Y’all don't hear me, though?
And I'm just tired, man, I'm tired of motherfuckers be tryin' to come at me
Like I'm the motherfucker that... that robbed they mama
Or their aunt, you know, sayin, did all, let's see, ol' vindictive-ass bullshit
And I’m not the one
Why you wanna be all mad at me?
Nigga, I just lost my mama last year
I need to be smokin’ another motherfucker on the strip
Why did I have to lose my mama?
It's alot of these old motherfuckers out here tellin’
Old motherfuckers talkin' about police comin' at motherfuckers talkin' about
“Look here, if you do somethin’ for me, I can do somethin' for you,”
But the police can't do never do nothin' for you, me, or they-self
Cause the police is gon' be the police
I want brothers and sisters to clap they hands in every hood
In every motherfuckin' county, in every state, and sing
“Fuck the police!
Fuck the police!”
Good God almighty! I say and I say again
Fuck the police
(Fuck ‘em!)
Cause what have they ever done for us?
(Not a goddamn thing)
We is not givin' a fuck no more in the 9-5
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Man ain't no nigga gon' do a motherfuckin' thing to me, nigga
Cuz I got Gangsta P down with me, and they'll huddle up with niggas
Nigga, you better be down, I wouldn't give a fuck if you gotta get a kitchen knife and a motherfuckin' shovel, you gon' do what you gotta to do fade me, heal up, Laylow
Niggas gon' try and tell me that I ain't put no work in this motherfucker
Look here
Boy, I got motherfuckin' medical, I say I got dental, optical
I got a health plan, I don't need no bitch, nigga, I'm a man
You motherfuckers better recognize and realize
That me and Gangsta P and Laylow's comin' at you motherfuckers in 9-5
We ain't givin' a fuck about you hoes
All you bitches, you bitches
As far as I'm concerned one of you bitches killed Eazy-E
And you think I'm gon' sling up on you bitches?
You got another thing comin'
Cuz it's the 9-5, meet that lil motherfuckin' gangsta
GP, you a damn motherfucker from the six-nine V
What up?
Fuck them old faulty-ass niggas
What hood you talkin' bout?
I hope you ain't talkin' bout my hood
Where the niggas claim to fame of bein' down witcha
You know what I'm sayin'? Let you start your own problems
Be down, talkin' about, do it, do it, do it, do it, I'm down witcha
Start them problems, really kick, let somethin' happen to ya
This nigga's hand be open like a tuna can
Motherfucker be runnin' like a motherfucker, “and”
You know what I'm sayin'? Talkin' about they was down “and”
You know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga I done had more motherfuckin' bitches down with me
At a motherfuckin' slumber party, man, I'm tired of bein' stepped on
The motherfuckers personalize things that me and God got goin' on
Between me and myself, ain't to be spoken on between me and no one else
Can you feel that? You know what I'm sayin'?
God let me know why bitches is here
See, I respect ‘em but I know they ain't nothin' but a steppin' stool for a man
They like a rainboot on a all-wet shoe
You know what I'm sayin'?
I know where to kick a bitch off at, and where to leave ‘em on at
Cuz when it's rainin' off up out there, woo-hoo, I know
I ain't gon' let my Adidas get wet, cuz I love that shit
That Gangsta P shit
Cuz that nigga that's down with me shit
And that nigga that's love is makin' me love myself-ass shit
But you know? Feel me though
(Hey Mike, tell one of these motherfuckers to help me up outta here, man, them bitches in there, nigga, gettin' them calls from a nigga's house)
1995, another summer, fuck you tore up ass bitches and your drama
Music's hittin' you hard because you know we got soul
Me and Gangsta P is up outta here on you old wraggly ass bitches
We just wanna give all PD, LAPD, PDs all over the world
We got a shout-out for you
Mother-fuck-you, and your mamas
For havin' ya, yeah
And for raisin' you motherfuckers to grow up and bust a playa like me for not doin' nothin', that's bein' done for a [???]
Makin' my motherfuckin' money, doin' what I got to do
I got to eat you son-of-a-bitches
Peace
