ntro: groof production, check it out dr.dre, west coast gangsta shit
(Chorus) give a fuck i poorer or rich this westside okay this first rap night just say wassup
[Verse 1] and past of me no name double g just maer meet me you never seen me and no ways to see me i never know how to push cracks crazy named mutherfuckers push cocaine in packs and getting buckses bitches and sex they said just relax but bullets of scare scared they pokerfaces you cant amaze me cause i was amazed enough white powder in this places this is shame to be gangster without bangin and the taste of weed is not native to me a couple of bullets in your direction and you run home said Malbaie and they ask where I'm from your fake money and lowrider i give a damn I decide to climb the mountain of fame part of gangstas i dont thanks ya
(Chorus) give a fuck i poorer or rich this westside okay this first rap night just say wassup
[Verse 2] i not blackstar mutherfucka but I'm not dirty yet bitches pass me and still shake by the ass fat deagle on table allamanni try to be on label try to be a famous but there is one but i still go to praying white powder in the nose or coconut or coke I went into the rap game and the campaign in my eyes frog when I'm alone, I'm trying to understand fagots so much strong put into this shit and returns and i gotta raze it just show how much time I will punish all who pushed me to lie pussy lickers look like homies die when he come out to street they say hello mister homicide and two days back i seen suicide and murda me you better murder another i smoke mics like crack pipes and they dont call me godfather