...Cuttin classes, squeezing asses Smoking blunts was a daily routine Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey duce And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now i got a mac in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks Honeys want to chat But all we wanna know is \"Where the party at?\" And can i bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get shot But i throw my vest on my chest 'Cause niggaz is a mess It don't take nothin' but frontin' For me to start somethin' Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'