Back in Business

Prepared for the hatred

With my problem solver my patriot

Goon up and get tooned up

Dropped off erased it

Stay dedicated and faithful to my camp (what about yo camp?)

Try my loved ones they get stamped

Stapled, removed

Soil tested and block approved

Really a good dude

But he can get trooped

From the school of hubbarocks some life savers up in the socks

Sprintin and runnin from the cops

The cherries, the sirens

The po-po penelope one time

The alphabet boy’s stilettos

The sophisticated dog trained attackers

The K9 Sheppards

In order to do some right you gotta do some wrong

Got hella shit goin on

The dusty, the dirty, the smirk (ugh)

I ain't paranoid I’m prepared

I ain't nervous

When you cookin birdies in the kitchen

Can't be slippin like a transmission

Gotta be on your peesin toes

It's hard to make an honest livin

When your kids ain't got no clothes

Playin the game how it was meant to be played

The way it's supposed to be

Money hungry and sany

Soil savy and grainy

Hard headed and mannish

Me and my Philippinos and Hispanics

Romanians and Asians, Samoans, Tongans and Caucasians

Not no California Bears

Not no California raisins

All of us is fools

All of us is patients

Ethiopians, Afghanis and Eritreans

Africans, Jamaicans and Indians

Ugh, ave animal

We some hood hysterians

You can tell by the way I carry it that I'm a block barbarian

A goon witta spoon, wrist game sick

Pay the neighbourhood chef to teach a nigga how to whip

A nigga how to whip

A fixture how to mix

Got it clock wise twistin it

Drop it off, deliver it

Never half step

Go for the juggler

Get yo money man

Don't be no couch potato hustler

Fella you're a silent dude

Your name just came up

Bro you gon' live a long time

We just talked you up

Wha-what was the subject

What about was the subject

Was it good or was it bad?

The subject was about how you make them suckaz back up like sea crab

Gotta raise the white flag

Too many drinks they had

Disrespecting the boss, that's how you got fucked off

You mean something

You somebody

You really stand for something

They got big ass M on they chest (for what?)

For nothing

You know my homie with the two-toned legs (what about him)

He thuggin

A couple of them niggas were off

They licked the sweaty balls

These hoes nowadays is dogs

Givin up them drawers

Do anything for the cash

Wipe the coochie off witta napkin and take a hooker bath

Ain't none of my niggers kept us

They gotta pay our mackin ass

We be slummin'em we be trapin'em

In the slow lane and the fast

Money hogs fame and kissin

Alcohol weed and bitches man we back da fuck in business