Boy, Ya Filmography

• Trophy (2012)

• Ya Boy - Yukmouth
• Wut Now - Ya Boy
• Who Am I To Say - Ya Boy
• We Run L.a. - Ya Boy
• We Ready - Ya Boy
• Trappy Birthday - Ya Boy
• They Know Me - Ya Boy
• Superstars - Ya Boy
• Stay The Night - Ya Boy
• Recession - Ya Boy
• Rain Man (strip Club Anthem) - Ya Boy
• Patron On The Rocks - Ya Boy
• Party Girls (feat. Rico Love) - Ya Boy
• On My Jock - Ya Boy
• No Replacement - Ya Boy
• My Territory - Ya Boy
• Make My Money Double - Ya Boy
• Lock Down - Ya Boy
• Life Of A Rockstar (feat. Dj Ill Will) - Ya Boy
• Intro - Ya Boy
• I Run The Bay - Ya Boy
• Holla At Ya Boy - Ya Boy
• Hella - Ya Boy
• Hang Ya Self - Ya Boy
• Going - Ya Boy
• Get Her High (ft. Wiz Khalifa) - Ya Boy
• Gangsta Music - Ya Boy
• Down So Long - Ya Boy
• Cali - Ya Boy
• Cake - Ya Boy
• Bay Bay Bay Freestyle - Ya Boy
• Barbershop - Ya Boy
• Aqua Man That Hoe - Ya Boy
• Ain't Nothing - Ya Boy
• 2 Girls 1 Cup - Ya Boy
• 100 Bars Of Death - Ya Boy

[Yukmouth]
A motherfuckin (deezless)Production ya dig?, they love ya boy
Yukmouth, Devin, Ampichino, what?
They love ya boy
Yeah, Rap-a-Lot mafia, nigga
Oakland to Akron to the motherfuckin PA
They love us boy, feel me?
And free Pimp C, nigga
[Ampichino]
Ampichino ('cause we love ya boy)
They love ya boy 'cause I blow big dro
In Acapulco or Cancun wit six hoes
In a Pocanos blowin dro smoke through my nose
Cockin' a fo' fo', my eyes half closed
I'm duckin these tramp hoes
In KC gettin' bigga figgas like JT
In a Mercedes, in Houston, compin' some lady
In a H2 sippin' on Grey Goose and grapefruit
Smoken on catpiss ready for war like Beirut
Ampichino still be duckin the law
We got big blocks of raw
Ya'll got little rocks like Arkansas
Akron, Cleveland, Cincinnati
Brooklyn, the Bronx, New York, out to Cali
Oakland, Compton, my niggaz in Frisco
Vallejo, Sacramento, Fresno to Fillmore
Futuristic like Elroy, watchin' these decoys
I know deep boys, got street lords in Detroit
[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to (?) (they love ya boy)
'cause everycity that I go I be thuggin boy
[Yukmouth]
Yeah, Yuk a international star, what I pass fo'
Just like Atlanta, bitch, get ya anything ya ask fo'
Jags off the flo'
Navigation in the dash bo'
Spreewheels keep spinnin' like a cassette when it fast fo'
Nigga back and forth like Aaliyah
Call me the overseer
One night in Australia, 2 pounds of reefer
I tote around the heata, the fo' feva
Shows in Costa Rica, I blow speakas
Stuntastic ?
You not a crook I rock jewels to make ya woman look
In Amsterdam smoken purple cush and ?
In Switzerland they call me swisher man
I twist a swisher quicker then the flick of a nigga hand
Get the picture man?
Yukmouth I bring that bay thing back
I got fans from Russia to London wit regime tats
Vice lords and disciples, they love ya boy
And gang bangers never ever blame 'cause ya boy
[Chorus]
From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
[Devin]
I just left Kentucky where they love me up in Louisville
They know I'ma come back here 'cause they know the dude be real
Of course DC knows the deal
I like to go go to the ? and chill
Niggaz from everywhere tryin to do what I did
Runnin' up askin "yo, yo who is that kid?"
See me up in Denver, the Colorado Springs
Where the air is fresh and it helps me when I sing
Yo...Da...Lay... Eeh...Whoo
Got a pussy and a titty or two?
For ya boy, yep yep the travelin' man
No pressure on you thug
See I'll a snap if I can
And off to another state
Hurry up and clean my nuts bitch, a brotha late
Call up my niggaz and tell 'em I made it safe up over herre
Nigga, you in Dallas?
Nah I'm in Missouri
Oh, over therre...
[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to ? (they love ya boy)
'cause everycity that I go I be thuggin boy
From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
'cause every city that I go I be (thuggin boy)
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)

Came in the gold, I told you befo',
I never move around without my .44,
Ho's do hate, but dem niggas hate mo'
If it don't make sense then it don't make dough,
If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents,
Ya Boy is a problem, I got 'em convinced,
Ridin' slow through ya residence,
Steadily countin' dead presidents,
Andrew Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins,
Ya Boy don't earn 'em, I just take 'em,
Wait, Wait, Hold Up,
The game ain't the same since Ya Boy showed up,
Pulled up at the club, shades on, dro'd up,
Last year was a baby, now I'm grown up,
You got ho's, I got mo so wut,
Why these pussy niggas always act so tough,
Niggas started hatin' when I got more butts,
Turn my Lex coupe to a limo truck,
I got more fame, cuz I got more buzz,
Basically I got the hip hop game sowed up,
If you ask me baby, am I the truth, Sho 'nuff,
I ain't lyin, only ridin 22's on up,
Got em twitchin, how I'm switchin the flow on up,
I ain't sippin, I'm pimpin, baby come o-on up,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
It's all on youuu,(yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah)
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
You can do whatever you wanna do,(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Believe me, I ain't on no Mike Jones shit,
Cuz back then, ho's was still on my dick,
You can say that I'm arrogant, say that I'm cocky,
Say I'm a sucka, but still can't stop me,
Say I can't fight but you still won't drop me,
Back against the wall, I brawl just like Rocky,
Sippin on lean, like 46 rossi,
I'm all by myself I don't need no posse,
Mothafuck friends all I need is a K,
A bad bitch, and some weed n Alize,
Then I'm off to the bay, I ain't got no aim,
So you mothafuckas better duck down when I spray,
Ay, Ay, Ay, I'm so fresh,
It's like I came with the breeze,
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
Fuck it Imma rep Muhammed Ali,
Hey, Hey, Hey, you ain't gotta like me,
But you will respect me,
Catch me in some Nike's, same color as Pepsi,
Gretzky of hip hop, let's see if you flop,
Nigga I think not,
Find me on the D block, Grindin at the weed spot,
Everytime heat drop, guaranteed the heat rock,
If you run up on me, guaranteed get shot,
Got the bay like Ya Boy, the best that they got,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
It's all on youuu,(yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah)
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
You can do whatever you wanna do,(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
It's all on youuu,(yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah)
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,
Nigga wut, wut now, Nigga get bucked down,

[Intro: Ya Boy]
Yeah...
Y B... the rockstar.
[Chorus: Hope]
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
I don't know anything... at all...
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Fresh to death laguna beach jeans on
Little rhinestones on the back look at sweetheart
I'm feelin strollin up and down like a see-saw
She say I make her heart jump like a leap frog
Who am I to say, that if I die today
You won't hop in that drop top and ride away, to a hideaway
That's why everyday I make sure I put you to bed like j. holiday
And baby says shell never date a rapper,
She'd rather settle down town with an actor
Because she said that the life of a rapper
Is real crazy and a little bit faster
So I had to show her that I'm not them
And then her heart opened up without a problem
And I know youd never place noone above me
But for me to just assume you gotta love me...
[Chorus: Hope]
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me
I don't know anything... at all...
Honestly
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
I don't know too much I'm not a genius
But I do know that baby never seen this-
Trips to the islands gotta keep her smilin
And in the bedroom baby girl you'll be whinin... haha
And I ain't sayin that you need me
But you know I get you higher than a weed leaf
And you know I keep you flier than a seabreeze
If it wasn't for me really, where would she be
I don't care cause baby girl rare,
Sort of like a dr dre drum with a snare
I love when she mad, I love when she bare
I love how that shampoo smell in her hair
Haha
She know I love her
But she addicted to the pipe like I drugged her
You got my mind turnin like a spinnin rim
Cause I think you love me but then again
[Chorus: Hope]
Don't know anything at all...
Who am I to say do you love me
Who am I to say do you need me
Who am I to say do you love me
I don't know anything... at all...
Honestly
[Outro: Ya Boy]
Ya Boy...
Y B, the rockstar...
That's right.

[Ya boy:]
One for da money two for da show
Hit the Louis store right on Rodeo
White SL the color of yayo
Pass the cup to my girl and told her to sip slow
This my show watch me baby
The way I go can't stop me baby
Seatbelt beside me baby
L.A. just drive me crazy (ooh)
We can float through the city night
I'm drunk and you looking real pretty right
Make love I ain't for the fight
Not once we can go till we get it right
What they cost I can fit the price
Got a house in the hills you can spend the night
And when they ask who turns you out
[Dr. Hollywood:]
She came from all the seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share it's only fair
I got paradise on call
It's ours it's ours
She got a little taste and she wants more
Some more
We run L.A.
[Ya Boy:]
Yeah
Cut a lot of girls cut a lot of checks
That's the life here on sunset
Rich and famous I am success
Man I'm out late doing she do love sex
I'm a set this you do the rest
You know what you do you do the best
Do me a favor lose the dress
It's nice by the way Chanel I guess
Glam hand bags I know where they sell those
Maybe later on we can hit melrose
All you gotta do is hit me on my cell phone
Baby girl you and me can kick it like a field goal
Know who I be call me what I be
Red carpet I don't need the I.D.
Cause L's on my face you don't see what I see
[Ya Boy and Dr. Hollywood:]
What
Girl you know where I be
Where
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
What
Girl you know where I be
Where
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
That's right
Hollywood swinging
[Dr. Hollywood:]
She came from all the seas
To be a star on the boulevard
She wants sex on the beach
We can share it's only fair
I got paradise on call
It's ours it's ours
She got a little taste and she wants more
Some more

[Intro:]
Leaders aren't born, there made
And there made just like anything else through hard work
That's the price we gotta pay to achieve our goal
Let's get it
[Verse 1:]
Last of a dying breed, heart of a lion
All of my soldiers with me, we all right
Ain't no stopping once the red light turn green
I will not lose, I know they heard me
I go hard still fly were the birds be
If he tryna stop me then he gon' need surgery
They can't serve me, waiter or hater
On my way to glory baby I see you later
Ain't nobody promise this, please check my accomplishments
Better find your nitch, cause you ridin' in the wrong lane
Call me anything besides a king, you callin' me by the wrong name
I'm like Lebron James here and it won't change
See this is my life, this is not a game
I jam the court, if they let me
Ask me if we ready for war, I'm a tell you
[Chorus:]
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
[Verse 2:]
I got it done when they said I couldn't do it
I never stopped for bullshit I kept it moving
This is why I grind like I lead in discipline
I put in the work so this is why I shine
Don't tell me I'm great, I hear that all the time
You just tell a friend and spread the word while I climb
And if I don't get the crown for some reason, I be back to put it down for next season
It's on my soul I put my heart in it
You say you want the will when I'm so authentic
Ya'll won't finish cause ya'll so timid
Every pass, every play, every yard I been in
[Chorus:]
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
[Verse 3:]
Everybody with a dream, repeat after me
Not right now, but on three
One, two, three say we ready
One, two, three say we ready
Go for the crown, don't never back down
Every city you hit, make it jump down
We run that city, run that city
Say I run this city, I run this city
Follow the leader, I show you how it's done
I never let us down we'll remain number one
All the greats before me gave me the stamp
Remember that name, Ya Boy, your true champ
[Chorus:]
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
(We reaaadddyy)
Fresh off the block
(We reaaadddyy)
Coming for the top spot
(We reaaadddyy)
That's right, we came to win
I'm going in, I'm going in
[Outro:]
YB, I'm goin' in
It's the lack of faith that makes people afraid of taking chances
I Believe in myself, how 'bout you?
It's not a game, it's more than a game

[Hook]
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
You bout your money nigga, well go and get it nigga
I’ll send you valee parking that Honda civic nigga
I’m in that new thang, car change like my brakes
My baby riding shotgun while I driving chief
Hash, ain’t no way around it, like future say
And it inspired me, what influenced you today
I pull up on em at the red light shining on
I did my thing, but a nigga still grinding oh
They feel me down in that land, they love my trappy way
Let the jackets light the fires, trappy day
I’m tryina ball, tell the referee to call it straight
All I need is some candles to put on all this cake
[Hook]
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
I swear to god I’m getting money like a ball players
Choppers, swishers, but my women come in all flavors
They never fuck with us now they ask for small favors
Them the type of motherfuckers that we call haters
You find out who your real ones are when you flat broke
How many you know that will break bread at front door
I wasn’t eating nah, everyday my birthday
Frisko giant, I touchdown and make the earth shake
My only occupation, make sure the work straight
Delete that facebook, that’s how you caught your first case
Checking head in this Bentley, ain’t life a bitch
They brought the cake out bra, I’m bout to make a wish
[Hook]
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
I’m getting cake on these niggas,
I’m getting cake on these hoes
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap
Trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trappy birthday, trap, trap, trap

[Chorus:]
The gangstas and ballas, They Know Me
Them bosses and shot callas, They Know Me
All the broads in the house, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
On the block in the hood, They Know Me
I won't get shot 'cause I'm good, They Know Me
Baby I wish a nigga would, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
[Verse 1:]
Ya boy step through, gucci this, gucci that
I spent 700 dollars on this gucci hat
In the streets in San Fran where they scoop me at
A rockstar, Mike Lin, where the groupies at?
I'm hollywood, but they know where my dudes be at
In the streets, put a shot where ya coufie at
Excuse me Jack, I know I sound rude for that
But I be damned if they put me in a suit and strapped
I'll make sure the whole West Coast know my name
Ya Boy tatted on his neck, with a 6'1" frame
What's happenin', I thought ya'll was ballin', what happend?
I got the work let's get it crackin'
Grab that Mac 10, and we don't wear guns for fashion
In fact, tell the Mob fuck Rap, I'm back in
And if I had beef with a nigga from back then
We do it like a math problem, subtract him
[Chorus:]
The gangstas and ballas, They Know Me
Them bosses and shot callas, They Know Me
All the broads in the house, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
On the block in the hood, They Know Me
I won't get shot 'cause I'm good, They Know Me
Baby I wish a nigga would, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
[Verse 2:]
They say in the A town I got them stompin' they feet
In New york they say you should have a holiday B
It's nomore real rappers so they gotta play me
I'm a business man, the young Jay-Z
Fuck my myspace friends nigga you should see the streets
They talkin' about me like how gas ain't cheap
I got the whole world askin' when the album drop
You know what I said, the year 2000 Not
'Cause if it ain't the Doc, I ain't signin' on the dot
And 'till then I'm in the hood, flyin' birdies on the spot
On the curb with the rocks, Mossburg or the glock
(Is the ambulance comin'?) Nigga nah that's the cops
My buzz too big, I gotta get it ya'll
See I remind him of Biggie Smalls within the draws
To bring him n Pac back, I would give it all
Hip hop can take me next, nigga I get it all
[Chorus:]
The gangstas and ballas, They Know Me
Them bosses and shot callas, They Know Me
All the broads in the house, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
On the block in the hood, They Know Me
I won't get shot 'cause I'm good, They Know Me
Baby I wish a nigga would, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
[Verse 3:]
Them white boys got my logo on they skateboards
Everyday my birthday, the way I'm gettin' cake boy
The big rims pull up, my momma say Lord
Father bless us, but look out for Ya Boy
Don't worry I got the cross on my chest
And plus I keep it movin' like U-P-S
I'm always showin' off my new B gets
All this dope, ma I'm on like a T.V. set (Fresh)
Yes, dress to kill it's illegal
The hoes wanna bring me back tivo
And I steal niggas girls like it's legal
So I guess I jack ass like Steve-O
I bought some rims today that cost a Kilo
Rap, money, spit crack like nino
Brown, they know my name around town
You can holla at Ya Boy if ya lookin' for the pounds
[Chorus:]
The gangstas and ballas, They Know Me
Them bosses and shot callas, They Know Me
All the broads in the house, They Know Me
They know me, They know me, (They know me)
On the block in the hood, They Know Me
I won't get shot 'cause I'm good, They Know Me
Baby I wish a nigga would, They Know Me

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
Know why them niggas is hatin
Cuz when I pull up I don't need identification
Make way for the rockstar
Red carpet next to a pop-star
I'm Obama's momma
I'm all about the cheese and the lasagna
Fuck what they say I run the bay
Brought this bitch all the way to L.A.
C.L.K. no C.L.S.
Some dubz and I'm strapped like a seat-belt bitch
Hatin on me that's female shit
Wrags out my niggas detail shit
Since Tupac who got that west
You ain't gotta ask you know who next
E-Four-O no more no less
I'm tryin to stay humble but these niggas test [and i'm the best]
I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
I sweat you on the stress
Economically depressed
Play a boss ?a fossil? make you open up your chest
I'm from the wild-wild-wild-wild-wild-wild west
Drugs, money, murder, sex
Blocks boomin we ?slam coonin? the best
We love to spoil ourself we such a mess
Gotta hit and put it on her arms and necks
Put this in the bra like a text message
Money call, Jupiter ballin
Speakers knockin, truck throbbin
Generals ?cobbles? on Tennessee's seargants
Diamonds glare, females stare
40 you dat dude, ain't no compare
Diamonds glare, females stare
40 you dat dude, ain't no compare
I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
H to the double-O throw that D on it
The track ain't hood unless the track got me on it
Yes sir, it's the best of
The new west so you best of ?westa?
The block ?BB eyes? he plottin on a robbery
Cuz i'm about to steal the red beam you got me
Bring the beat back i'm about to heat that
This is just foreplay baby so let me tease that
See I be the hardest regardless
Beats, food, and i'm about to harvest
I goes harder than yall
Stackin up paper higher than Captain Bacard
What you expect from a dego boss
They go dego hard, or put they go on
So next time you mention Hood's name at all
Make sure i'm big dipper hood superstar
I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
Diamonds shinin look at my rise
Diamond in the back chandelier inside
Too much floss, gotta play the cards
To make it as the boss
So as I walk in front and spy
Everything stops, the parking lot pops
Mouthes just drop, i am but you're not
They comin in flocks
If some not got yeah I know you spyin
Hatin on the shine, I must still got it
I take me trips out to Covo
?Feel it? on the beach, vanilla colored Diablo
Cuz I'm a superstar, a super-duper-star
When my car pull up to the front of the party
They be like there go Young Gotti
I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]
I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
They cameras goin off
Your bucket rollin off
My Bentley rollin in
They say I'm showin off
Man I'm just showin up
Them dueces twirlin round
?Nigga? dipped in butter
It keeps your girl around
You see this Gucci belt
?C-Cuggi? hug my waist
Might fit it on ?promel?
?Come rileys? hug my face
Each day as I appear
Them girl won't leave me alone
This week is Halle Berry
Next week is me alone

(No one can stop us)
Yeah, Ya Boy
I want to thank David Foster
For letting me bring this platinum back
Let's get it, yeah
(Stay the night) when the moon come up
It's time for me to go home, but she still want me to
(Stay the night) I been with her all day
Been committed all day but she still say
(Stay the night) she lettin' me know that
She don't want me to go, she keep tellin' me ta
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I wake up every day with the same plans
She's on my mind and there's no other game plan
I'm always with her I could never be a changed man
And I been knowin' this since back in the days man
My grandmother used to tell me she was dangerous
But people was gettin' money on her and gettin' paid and shit
I said I want money too, I'm a mess with you
I said holla at Ya Boy, she like what it do
From New York to California people grind on ya
And they never stop, even though a stop sign is on ya
I'm a take my time and flick nicks and dimes on ya
I ain't tryin' to unwind but she keep cryin' like won't ya
(Stay the night) when the moon come up
It's time for me to go home, but she still want me to
(Stay the night) I been with her all day
Been committed all day but she still say
(Stay the night) she lettin' me know that
She don't want me to go, she keep tellin' me ta
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I ain't even goin' lie dog, I think I love her
I might even just put her on my CD cover
Squeeze and hug her even share her with my little brother
She want me to stay from sundown 'til the sun come up
Don't let her looks fool you, she get bad at night
If you with her you might get grabbed at night
Shot and stabbed at night, she took that med that night
So if you're scared do like Stacey, dash at night (ha ha ha)
I never beat her I told her I never leave her
When there's nowhere else to go, that she's there whenever I need her
I like to get high, she there growin' my reefer
Gettin' Franklin's like Aretha she tellin' me don't leave her (please)
(Stay the night) when the moon come up
It's time for me to go home, but she still want me to
(Stay the night) I been with her all day
Been committed all day but she still say
(Stay the night) she lettin' me know that
She don't want me to go, she keep tellin' me ta
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
If you love her like I do, and hug her like I do
Then you know what this song implies to
Them other type of people they be hatin' on her
'Cause they know Ya Boy affiliated with her, chyeah
This for my people on the corner
Get your money on her from NYC to Arizona
From Florida all the way to California
The whole wide world from Tacoma to Barcelona
Make small moves if you're slick you's a goner
I'm a be fine 'cause she knows I'm a soldier
She's my bitch for life, we don't ever fight
And my bitch don't ever say goodnight, she say
(Stay the night) when the moon come up
It's time for me to go home, but she still want me to
(Stay the night) I been with her all day
Been committed all day but she still say
(Stay the night) she lettin' me know that
She don't want me to go, she keep tellin' me ta
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
I'm a stay with ya, I'm a get paid with ya
(Stay the night) It's Ya Boy
I'm a stay with ya
(Stay the night) David Foster
I'm a get paid with ya
I'm a stay with ya

Precise Game bitch
(Ya Boy)
Now baby I can take you to moss
But I ain't got no gas in the car
You can walk right nextdoor to the bar
You should just be happy to fuck with a star
Now baby we can go to Brazil
But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled
I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills
Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real
Seemed like yesterday I was in Malibu spendin back and givin gifts like santa do
Now they ask me Ya Boy why the attitiude?
I'm broke and I need some dollas bitch you gotta few?
My bitch tell me rap ain't gone work, I need to give it up adn go put on a Fed Ex shirt
What makes it worse, is I'm 5000 a verse
Without havin a curse I'm ten no one tryna spend
So I'm abck to ma mamma house, she gave my room to ma sister... now I'm sleepin on the couch
And they ask what I find about, cause I'm the hottest on the west and I'm down and out
Now tell me remember them diamonds on my wrist no more yesterday I had to pawn that shit
I'm stressin, I got salad with no dressin
Was livin the life now I'm stuckin in the recession. shit
Now baby I can take you to moss
But I ain't got no gas in the car
You can walk right nextdoor to the bar
You should just be happy to fuck with a star
Now baby we can go to Brazil
But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled
I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills
Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real
They just cutt off the water in ma building
Bathing outta water bottles not a good feeling
No bitch I ain't got no sugar you can borrow
Let me get a candle cause my lights get cut out tomorrow
No food in the refridgerator just Kool-Aid and some KFC mashed potatoes cans omebody call an exterminator cause the cockroach just stole my pack of Nialators
Tattoos on the front back and side of me, now honestly what job gone now you need
Mann this rap shits fucked up it seem like everybody havin tough luck, pull out the bicycles put the gas pumps up
The gasoline crisis baby that what's up
I need a good meal and I need a hair cut
My pockets inside out nigga and what, yeah
Now baby I can take you to moss
But I ain't got no gas in the car
You can walk right nextdoor to the bar
You should just be happy to fuck with a star
Now baby we can go to Brazil
But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled
I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills
Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real
Even chicken is expensive, it's six dollars just to egg a niggas window
And drive bys cost too, so they on bicycles doin what they gota do
Look
Ma bitch say she won't miss the childs, I turned around and looked at her bitch how?
I caint even afford to wax your eyebrows, it's hotdogs on the stove girl pipe down
I went from the green leaves to the blacka dn mile, and I done went from the iphones to the burn outs, polly seeds and corn nuts got me turned out, but anything goes when you in a paper drought
I'm tired of rap niggas talkin what they paper bout, when they ain't got enough dough to start a bank account

[Chorus:]
Hey everbody say mr.rain man can we have rainy day?
Bring an umbrella please bring an umbrella ella ella ella
[Verse 1:]
Grab your raincoat lose your shorts honey
I predict a very very big storm coming
The clouds is getting dark
The Mazaradi parked
Rainman hops out and the drizzle starts
Red thong bouncing when she do her thang
That's when the drizzle starts turning to a light rain
Baby thicker than a snicker in that fare rain
She asked me if I wanna kick it like Lui Kang
I told her only if her girlfriend gon' do the same
Girl I'm a turn this whole club to a hurricane
So you better move fast baby grab yo thangs
She said that money get her high like mary jane
Scuse' me pocahontas they just caught your name
And make that thong disappear like david Blaine
You make saturday night live like david spade
Umbrella's out girl it's about to rain
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
And know what I'm about I bring them rain-clouds
I make em throw it back I make them walk it out
Clear high-heels body rollin like a pill
Them dollar bills make em drop like a fire drill
Yea, I got a whole pocket full of stacks
Feelin like Santa with a grown woman on my lap
Ooh she got that body on me
And I swear it feels like we fuckin low key
Yea, long hair and she don't care
That she walkin round bare underwear over there
They comin out by the tool shakin derriere
Simple pair and all of them tryin meet a millionaire
I told shawty that I'm eatin like silverware
So take that top off girl ain't no children here
Keep em dancin all day and I feel your pain
Umbrella's out girl it's about to rain
[Chorus x2]
[Hook:]
I'm a throw a stack girl throw it back
I want kush and a lil bit of cognac
Give it to me give it to me girl like owe me that
Yea I'm a throw a stack mama throw it back [x2]

Yeah nigga your girl know him
Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen
Still got the big 4-4 on him
Tatted like a death row inmate: no grin
Young Ya Boy, hotter than the oven
'cause racket like the U-S-O been
I get mo' money, mo' dough, mo' yin
Mo' chedder, mo' scribble, mo' scratch, mo' ins
Holla at your boy when I'm in your city (bitch)
I'm a bad boy, I don't know P-Diddy
Young feel mo' slim, Fresco City
When I leave the club
All the ho's come with me
Patrone on the rocks blowin' quartz in the air
Got your girl on my cock
Baby boy I'm a player
Got the toast in the spot
You don't wanna get popped
So hood, so block, so drunk I got
Ho's on my cock and patron on the rocks (I got) [x8]
We bottle poppin'
You cock blockin'
I'm on my gorilla's, oh shit
Hood nigga, half a mil on my neck
And I wish you would nigga
I don't wanna do a song with you
I'm good nigga
I ain't at the bar 'cause the bar at my table
Precise gang and I'm the star of the label
Two chains, both hang down to my navel
I don't need a record deal, look I'm stable
Yeah I'm good baby girl I'm straight
I've been the nigga mutherfucker you lay
Step up in the spot with that Kushy smell
Tryin' to get your girl to show me how that pussy feel
All black congac, same old 2 step
Bitch on my dick and she still ain't moved yet
Still get it hot, baby girl we can rock
Maybe the watch is the reason why I got

[Intro: Rico Love]
The party ain't over dont you think about leaving
Oh woah oh woah
Yeah... Turn the lights on
[Chorus: Rico Love]
Girl your more than invited
Party girls, party girls
To the party that plays inside my head
Party girls
Got me oh so excited
Party girls, party girls
And I cant, oh no girl I cant
Cant get you out of my head
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Girl you ?
I ain't gonna lie
I just wanna set here watch all night
New ? with sprite, Patron on ice
Baby girl let me come change your life
Party all day party all night
Drink in your left other hand in the sky
She can gemini, what you getting in tonight
Let me come out at night, love meet me in the sky
[Chorus: Rico Love]
Girl your more than invited
Party girls party girls
To the party that plays inside my head
Party girls
Got me oh so excited
Party girls, party girls
And I cant, oh no girl I cant
Cant get you out of my head
Party girls, party girls, party girls
Party ain't over don't you think about leaving
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Love the way she rocking them rocking revials
In them 6 inch heels with red bottoms
Dancing with a girl like they go both ways
Lil ma on fire no propane
Love get me higher no cocaine
Look up she flyer than those planes
Later on she ride me like no lanes
You know them party girls always want mo mane
[Chorus: Rico Love]
Girl your more than invited
Party girls party girls
To the party that plays inside my head
Party girls
Got me oh so excited
Party girls, party girls
And I cant, oh no girl I cant
Cant get you out of my head
Party girls, party girls, party girls
Party ain't over don't you think about leaving
[Verse 3 : Ya Boy]
Looking in her eyes through the flashing lights
Tiffany earrings the flashy type
Body of a goddess fashion tight
Frankie B jeans make that ass look right
And she party like a rockstar with a rockstar
After party at her house hopped in my car
Aston Mar, baby let ya seat back,
Tell your friends goodnight baby we'll be back
[Chorus: Rico Love] x3
Girl your more than invited
Party girls party girls
To the party that plays inside my head
Party girls
Got me oh so excited
Party girls, party girls, party girls
And I cant, oh no girl I cant
Cant get you out of my head
Party girls, party girls, party girls
Party ain't over don't you think about leaving
Oh woah, oh woah, ah ah ah ah ah ah

Yea Ya boy, Coalition bitch(ha)
It's official, presice game(chyea)
[Chorus:]
There's bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock bitches on my, bitches on my bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock, bitches on my, bitches on my, bitches on my jock. I'm out here gettin gwap in the black bently drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my bitches on my jock said I'm out here gettin gwap in the black lamb drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my jock.
[Verse 1:]
This is why I'm hott there's bitches on my jock,
Catch me overseas countin riches on the Yaht
Sippin hennai on the rocks ho's kissin on my cock, they say I ain't the best when the hatin gon' stop? They say I ain't the west but I got it on lock, ya girls myspace look who on top ya boy right there in that numba one spot that's why she goin down like yung joc. I represent the bay on every single track they said we fell off so I'm a bring us back, I just want to put the whole west on my back so I move to L.A nigga now it's a rap, I'm not kanye but the west where I'm at, posted on the corner with a vest and the strap, I'll steal a nigga flow and give it back on this track my nigga gettin doe and I know u niggas gettin mad cause:
[Chorus:]
There's bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock bitches on my, bitches on my bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock, bitches on my, bitches on my, bitches on my jock. I'm out here gettin gwap in the black bently drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my bitches on my jock said I'm out here gettin gwap in the black lamb drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my jock.
[Verse 2:]
Pay attention to the watch got the bezzle full of rocks and cost about 50 to 100 hundred thousand box my kicks say jordan my shirt say stop cause now a days all these niggas snitchin to the cops I'm a sell a million as soon as my shit drops these otha rappers think like a pair of gym socks, I watch them drop and watch them flop cause if the nigga ain't' me den da nigga ain't' hott, look I'm only 22 wen I got it on lock cause erry thing I do all dese young boys watch, monkey see monkey do young nigga jus watch cause I'm the young nigga of the niggas can't stop. Record lables wanna know who in hip hop the precise music group come invest in the stock I told u I'm a pimp got these ho's walkin block. Yea they call me ya boy nigga FUCK what u thought.
[Chorus:]
There's bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock bitches on my, bitches on my bitches on my jock, bitches on my jock, bitches on my, bitches on my, bitches on my jock. I'm out here gettin gwap in the black bently drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my bitches on my jock said I'm out here gettin gwap in the black lamb drop and there's bitches on my bitches on my jock.
[Verse 3:]
They offered me a deal but the deal was so low they must of thought I was a ho I told warner HELL NO! Blockin my wealth I'm a do it myself chapter 1 the rise numba 1 on the shelf, number one on the streets, number one on the net yea I'm numba one bitch please don't foreget. I roll my own script you don't got to ask how I made a half a million dollars off of paypal. Call ya bitch phone she got my ringtone. She married to my dick I said put ya ring on. Catch me on the streets I still got my bling on. Never move with out the heat u know I got my thing on. These ho's like star trek they got the cling on. They say ya boy like the drug the dope feens on. tryna live like me please nigga dream on you can hate if u want but I'm a' sing on cause
[Chorus:]

(To The Left To The Left)
Bitch You Must Not No Who The Fuck I Am, You To The Left!
(To The Left To The Left)
What!(...)
(To The Left To The Left)
Bitch Im The Man I Aint Nothin Like The Rest
You'll Never Find Another Nigga So Fresh
You Can Do It Moving Hoe I Aint Gun Stress
I Aint Introduce My Self
How Rude Of Me
They Call Me Ya Boy
Gurl You Can Go Home With Me
Ha Yeah To The Left
How Dare You Try Losing Me
There Is No Replacement
The Nigga Is What I Used To Be
First She On My Dick
And Now She Tryina Leave Me
I Dont Care You Can Disappear Like Whoodini
You'll Be Back In The Week Tryina See Me
You Aint Pulling Shit Back
Bitch I Aint Chingy
You Must Not Know Bout Me
You Must Not Know Who I Be
I Can Find Another Bitch In A Minute
So Grab Your Things Hoe Cuz
You Finished
You Must Not Know Bout
You Must Not Know Who I Be
I Can Have Another Bitch By Tomorrow
So Dont You Ever For A Second Get To Thinking
That You Can Replace Me Hoe
So Go Head And Get On
Drop That Louie Purse
And Leave That Thong
I Kno You Mama She Might Call Me Wrong
But Ima Take You For Everything You Own
Hurry Up Cuz My New Bitch On The Road
I Dont Need Your Pussy Dont Need Your Dome
Im One In A Million
There Is No Cone
That And Yo Boy Isnt Replacable
Ha And I Aint Ever Been A Hater Ma
But This Is Useless
Like Cheering For The Raiders Ma
I Shine Bright Like Kobe On The Lakers Ma
Ballin So Hard
Think Its Time To Join The Lakers Ma
Im So Real From The Grill To The Wardrobe
One Of A Kind, Bitch
I Got My Own Barcode
Before Me You Aint Ever Met A Star Hoe
And I Got Dough Call Me Mr.Wells Fargo
You Must Not Know Bout Me
You Must Not Know Who I Be
I Can Find Another Bitch In A Minute
So Grab Your Things Hoe Cuz
You Finished
You Must Not Know Bout
You Must Not Know Who I Be
I Can Have Another Bitch By Tomorrow
So Dont You Ever For A Second Get To Thinking
That You Can Replace Me Hoe
(To The Left To The Left)
Bitch If I Go
You Aint Got Nothin Left, Nothin Left, Nothin Left, Nothin Left
(To The Left To The Left)
Bitch If I Go
You Aint Got Nothin Left, Nothin Left, Nothin Left, Nothin Left
(To The Left To The Left)
See Normally I Dont Do This But Uh
Ha (To The Left, To The Left)
But Fuck It
Keep The Party Going Here
Ha Escuse My Singing Bitch
I Had To Get Something Off My Chest
Ha Young Ya Boy
Nigga Had To Represent Baby
Bitches Think A Nigga Is Replaceble..
Bitch, You Can Never Replace Me
Im On In A Motha Fuckin Million
Ha Come Holla At These Bitches
Slide A Hoe
Come Holla At These Bitches Mayne
Bitch! Just Slide A Hoe Bitch !
You Better Remember My Motha Fuckin Name !
You Bitch !
Cuz If I See You In The Club Im Slide You Off That Flo You Bitch !
These Bitches Got Me Fucked Up!
They Most Not Know Who The Fuck We Is Out Here
So If A Bitch Dont Like Us
Then The Bitch Musta Fucked Around And Turned Gay!
You Mothafuckin Dirt Bag Bitch You
Bitch Talkin Bout Youz A (...) Friend
But Bitch Friends Only Come For Two Things!
Turnin On Eachother And Killing Eachother!
So What Motha Fuckin Part Of That You Want Bitch?!
You Know What I Suggest!?
Bitch I Suggest You Get Off That Motha Fuckin Phone And Get Over Here So I Can Drop It Off In Your Drawers
Bitch!
These Bitches Gota Be Fucked Up!
I Aint Guna Lie
I Miss You Tho Bitch
Come On Back Home
I Gota Hot Plate And Mountain Dew Waiting For You Just Like You Like It

[verse 1:]
You niggas square like a doorway
My fan base stretch from CA to Norway
I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change
Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James
Breakin these hoes wasnt enough so I copped haze
You other guys just mad cuz you not paid
Who wanna rap? Believe I got word play
Ya Boy got more bars than a bird cage
And Im stapped like a seatbelt, see
You want beef? I creep like TLC
Put a couple in they head, make sure they sleep
Cuz most of these dudes hoes, like females be
But I never get caught up in they bitch ways
For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade
Theres no hope for ya
When I put the scope on ya
Take ya lid off like a fuckin can opener
Gangsta gangsta, Ya Boy so hood
Prince of the Bay cuz my flow so good
You a tough dude hangin on the yard with me
Got somethin on my waist Ray Charles could see
[chorus:]
Thats right this is my territory
Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
[x2]
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I dont give a fuck
[x2]
[verse 2:]
All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine
Show the whole globe fa sho its SanFran time
They though we was all tye-die shirts
Got the wrong idea boy, try my turf
I seen drugs get sold
Slugs get thrown
Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls
Im rich at all times I dont blow my cake
Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight
Hold it straight
Its a fact while holdin pape
Nine times outta ten friends known to hate
So I roll alone, Im a rollin stone
Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show
And Im not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom
Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say Im handsome
Yes yes its the prince of the fuckin Bay boy
Got my own website in the Escalade boy
[chorus:]
Thats right this is my territory
Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
[x2]
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I dont give a fuck

The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
Yo, bricks of the white
Pounds of the purp
And for the right price, come around to the turf
We don't keep tucked outside with the work
I strap it on a bitch make her fly with the work
Ya boy want 17-5 for the work
23 in the south take a ride with the work
Fuck what you heard, I'm a grind till it hurt
Knock on wood, I get caught won't say a word
We call it a brick, they call it a bird
We call it a corner, they call it a curb
I got a hotline, you can call for the herb
Mathematics with a addicts, you can call me a nerd
I don't get money nigga, that is absurd
I passed it like magic, then ball like Byrd
You can find me in the hood from the first to the third
Goin hard for them clear diamond stones and infirms
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
That's only 10 bricks
Coulda swore I saw more
I chop em all up, you can call soft ***
I got white galore
So, my money comin more
Bank America know, my accounts are offshore
Why have a girlfriend when I can have yours
The boy so fly, got butterfly doors
Lord knows the hores love Bentley exhaust
So I got mine, all black, fresh from the store
Fresh out the door, pimping like Fylmore
Slim tell her sprint till her feet get sore
And if it's raining bitch you walk between the rain drops
Then get a nigga dough till you see the rain stop
Keep quiet nigga, you ain't gotta name drop
The tech, different snitches, they all the same cops
We call a half, different mother, same pops
Different cover but it still the same cars
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights
All day and all night
And cracks in the walls got packs in the drawers
My bitch enter the door, the gat and the bra
Half these niggas that got a gat in their drawers
Behind closed doors with the captain and sarge
I'm might be on the block with the sack in my balls
UPS if the package is large
Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law
Then the money appears the next day like voila
I'm tryin to double up
Nigga I tell you what
My creme makes the fiends jump like double dutch
The black lambo float like a rubber duck
Precise game, every bitch want some of us
But I'm all about the cash, all about the paper
The money see me now so the hoes see me later
If flippin's a crime, I down for the caper
That's why I got the ride's inside alligator
You know
The ladies love the way I touch dough, so
I'm on the block trying bump more
I can't help the way I stunt though
I'm trying to make my money double
I'm in the street with the white
I got the work and the price
State to state, taking flights

[Akon:]
Testing one, two, three... Akon and YB...
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Lock down time to make my block proud
California own twenty four I will watch now
There's been a take over baby hostile
Yea the young cali convict got the rock now
I hear the rumors saying that I'm just pop now
Like they never heard a hood n-gga with a hot style
I got the hills to burns and the block now
Old b-tchs wanna holla at me cause I'm hot now
I gotta new b-tch sitting in my drop now
Song on the radio album bout to drop now
Music lives in california livin proof
Ya boy to rock a Konvict, what it do
I been had with these other n-ggas gettin to
Take ya girl home and make her earn all them gemmy jewels
I hope you like heat cause it's hot in the kitchen boo
Do you have service, am I gettin through
[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin n-ggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down
We expanded all the pipes now
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory all is my my my my my my my my my mine
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Another watch, another chain, another charm cocked
Time to wake these n-ggas up like alarm clocks
I see em hatin so we gotta keep the arms cocked
I'm the reason CA on storm watch
It's bout to get ugly no whoopie gold
Superstar still in the kitchen whippin Os
Toss it to my youngest call me when you get it gone
F-ck a rap n-gga we about to get it on
I'm speaking fo california from the top down
Holla at Ya Boy I got it locked down
I tried to tell em this foreva like a diamond
I'm so hot shawty I could change the climate
[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin n-ggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down
We expanded all the pipes now
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine
And as days pass by like a G7
And all my hustlas on the corner of 7/11
Po alert on the ground and I start reppin
For all the homies layin down restin up in heaven
And I hope you watchin down
And proud of how we just locked it down
Don't let nothin stop the cash or get caught up
In the streets that's how we brought up
[Verse 3: Ya Boy]
I'm from a city where the fiends shoot up and spark
Load up the ammo it's time to shoot up the charts
Game cold baby you might need a scarf
Rockstar but I'm riddin like noah's ark
Louis shades, dolce and gabana cloth
Your girl know I stay fly like santa clause
On the road with a trunk full of Asher Roth
We gon pop rose when the package off
I swear to god I went and got the bay crackin ya'll
But I could'ntdo it without LA backin though
N-ggas say they gon get me, I laugh it off
Cause they know I keep shooters like basketball
Lock it down make Kon through away the key
Real n-gga, record deal ain't changin me
It took a while but we still got from a to z
I put in work n-gga what you gotta say to me
[Chorus: Akon]
Hey, I know you heard we got the drop now
Konvicts supplyin n-ggas round the clock now
Gettin money am I forced to put the glock down
Glock Down, Glock Down
We expanded all the pipes now
And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cons tryin to fight trials
Lock Down, Lock down
Cause victory is my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine
Cause victory is all my my my my my my my my my mine

[Chorus: DJ Ill Will]
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
The life of a rock star
[x2]
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Big bottles, champagne poppin'
At my table wylin out with ya dame watchin'
I live the life where being a broke nigga is not an
option
Me and my ballin' friends came for the same object
Big fancy watches, who cares what the time is
I just bought it cause it got a whole lot of diamonds
I keep the function rockin, drunk off the juice and
vodka
I need to go home but I can't the woman keep flockin'
You say you goon shit I used to be a goblin
Now I got ya favorite actress in my lap bobbin'
Lots of alcohol, lots of drugs been inside me
Paris Hilton and Jay-Z both stood beside me
The fans love me, the Louie V glass is hot me
I do this baby, this is my life, this is not a hobby
I set the trends and watch these other clown niggas
copy
So don't be mad when you see me in that black Bugatti
[Chorus: DJ Ill Will]
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
The life of a rock star
[x2]
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Fast cars, Fast sex with them fast broads
Have fun wit em then them women get passed off
We hit the club and ain't gotta take our hats off
The after party women gotta take they pants off
They tried to grab me, the bouncer tell em to back off
Enough pictures ladys, "Fuck you you fucking jack off"
I live the life that most of these people would kill
The strip club is where most our dollar bills go
But I ain't tricking cause after them women change
clothes
They throw it in my pocket the same way they got rained
What should I wear today, the Bentley or the Range Rove
Or maybe I should wear the SL6 with brains blown
I change cars like a clean man change drawers
Why change me, I ain't tryna change ya'll
I think they hatin' on a kid cause they name small
We in the same game playin' with a different ball
[Chorus: DJ Ill Will]
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
I'm just tryna live the life
The life of a rock star
[x4]
[Outro: Ya Boy (Talking Over Chorus)]
Yeah.. Rockstar.. YB...
I do this on purpose ya'll
This ain't no accident.. Haha..
A.. Black card.. that's right..
We balling out baby...
Shout out to my nigga DJ Ill Will... DJ Rockstar
YB rhe Rockstar.. Ha.
don't Be mad at me man..
I'm just tryna live my life man..
This is what society did to me..
Shot out to all my ballers man
popping bottles in the club man tossing them models..
Driving them big fancy cars..
Living life how you suppose to nigga..

I Aint Tryin To Fall Vitcim To The Haters
Just Trying Give You My Life On One Piece Of Paper
Mama
For They Take Me Let Me Tell You One Thing
Ya Baby Boy Is A Soldier And I Run Things
Sorry I Didnt Become A Doctor Or A Lawyer
High As Hell
Going To School With The Sig Sauer
Its Hard To Figure Whos Real And Whos Counterfeit
Streets Love Ya Boy Im Like The President Round This Bitch
Each Summer
I Sat And Watched These Niggas Rise
Watch These Niggas Fall
And Watch These Niggas Die
Watch These Niggas Grow
Watch These Niggas Multiply
Im Talkin Bout These Pussy Niggas Real Nigga Till I Die
You Can Call Me The Mozart On These Streets
Conduct A Whole Fucking Symphony On These Beats
Bay Area Stand Up
You Got The Right To Do It
Its A Little Bit More Than The Hyphy Movement
Who Gon' Pull My Car
Who Gon' Call Me Out
Im In The Game Now You Gon' Have To Haul Me Out
Who Gon' Bust That Shot
Who Gon' Pull That Knife
Im Seen Everywhere And I Aint Never Tuck My Ice
Im That Nice
Ask Ya Lil Brother
Ask Any Rapper Thats Been On The Source Or Xxl Cover
Theyll Tell You Im Nothing Less Than The Truth
And Tell You Ya Boy Is A Beast In That Booth
The Truth Gotta Be Told
I Tell The Whole World
I Know Ya Tired Of The Same Old Song Girl
I Sat At Home And Watched Game Bring The West Back
I Told Him To Put Half Of California On My Fuckin Back
Half Of Washington
Part Of Nevada
Give Me Every City From Portland To Tiauhana
Let Me Carry The West Too
Ya Boy Put His Heart On Every Single Track Just Like The Best Do
I Dont Never Run And Hide Like The Rest Do
I Stand And Fight
Got My Gun And My Vest Too
You Heard The Name Before
You Know The Name Ya Boy
There Aint An Mc Alive That I Cant Destroy
And Missed The Bus Ive Been Rapping Since My Teen Days
Black Wall Mix Tape
XXL Freepage
The Source Unsigned Hype
And One Skee Tape

[Intro:]
I get money, money I got (yup)
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
(yea they do)
I get money, money I got (thats right)
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
[Ya Boy:]
I get money, I-I get money I-I get money (tell em)
I get I get (What I get nigga?) I get I get money
Money I got
I-I get money, money I got
I-I get money (yea, they gotta feel me)
Money, money, money I got
(Haters do what the fuck you do nigga)
I RUN THE BAAYY!
[verse 1:]
Ay, Im Montana in his prime
Hammer on my side
Term said I need a bandana when I ride
K in the bushes, cannon in the ride
Gotta stay strapped, simple thats the way that I survive
Rush a nigga fast, like Sapp off the line
Then know off his mask when I clap off the nine
Niggaz in the hood gimme that off my grind
And hoes in Hollywood gimme head off my shine
I turn them hoes around, lemme hit it from behind
Then I put that long, black, Bay shit in they spine
Rappers always say that fake shit in they rhymes
They aint sold no dope, they aint clutched no nines
Im like a parkin meter how I touch those dimes
And quarters, I have ya orders
On time
Got the best flow in the west to this day
Its gon' stay that way
Ask around, I run the Bay
[chorus:]
I run the Bay
I run the Bay
Wh-Whats good LA
I run the Bay
Ya bitch know I run the bay
Ya momma know I run the bay
Wh-Whats good LA
[verse 2:]
Shout out to Troy Carter, lets get this dough
There aint another nigga that can spit this flow
There aint a younger nigga with chips this long
So I play with cars like I'm six years old
I need my bread and my biscuits hoe
I fry these niggaz, I got a fishstick flow
Ya Boy is dope, ya betta sniff this blow
And if ya broke you betta fix it hoe
Call me the bus, you missed it hoe
You can kiss my ass with yo lipstick on
Look good, Ya Boy throw that slick shit on
Did it for the nookie, like Limp Bizkits song
Made her sip this Trone, lick this bone
And after I hit it I'm gone
No lie, hop in the Astin
Wave while Im passin
Puffin on that big bubba kush while Im chantin
[Chorus:]
(I get money)
I run the Bay
Ya bitch know I run the Bay
Wh-Whats good LA
I said ya bitch know I run the bay
Ya momma know I run the bay
I run the bay

This is...
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Yea... eh
Bay area stand up... hip hop
You're looking at the future
Young wild nigga might mess around and shoot ya
Came in the game like cane for the (? tuda's?)
Bout to rearrange things... I ain't the same as you losers
I dun seen it all from guns this tall ta bodies getting dumped
Niggas slumped on the wall from crack in the sack
And them cracks in the walls ta hopping out spending 50 racks in the mall
Yeaa holla at ya boy baby... I'm not like them
22 Black coupe black rim... ice grin... ice neck... ice wrist
Looking for a nice bitch
Whip cost a 100 grand the trip is priceless
[Chorus: Cool and Dre]
I got work er'ywhere
Homie tell me what you need
I got people down south that'll let it go for cheap
I got people up top with a plug on the Biz
I got people in the bay
Nigga tell me what it is
You ain't gotta shop around
Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy
You ain't gotta shop around
Ha holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy... (ha) holla at ya boy
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
If he rep that bay why his swag that way?
Man the bar so fresh plus I'm cool like DRE
Yo my sound so new... like it's still in the wrapper
The rumors so true, yes I'm killin these rappers
Headed down south with a car full of clappers
Inside my trunk all white like pampers
Get it off quickly... headed back swiftly
Heard them boys on me but they'll never get me... no
Who the truth mama let them know
That I keep two nines like Gretzy tho
The young nigga with the peschi flow
That's good fella... catch me in the hood fella... get it understood fella
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ya Boy]
Ay you want it I got it
You need it come holla
I got er'ything covered from the top to the bottom
Er'ything come hot from the shots to the dollars
I got my Miami niggas rockin in they impalas
I got my Atlanta niggas trappin clockin they dollas
I got my New York niggas goin hard they wildin
Even the Midwest boys hold it down they ridin
I got killaz up in Cali, ya'll don't want no problems
You ain't gotta make a move just holla at me
Mama do what you do just holla at me
He got a mouth full of jewels tell me who could it be?
Who they want, who they came to see?... It's Y B

You a damn fool for this one nigga!
(chorus)
Yes we eatin
I got hella money baby
Got money over here
Got money over there
So if you eatin
Let me see that money baby
Throw some money over here
Throw some money over there
Always eatin
Makin hella money baby
Makin money over here
Makin money everywhere
We got hella money
We get hella doe
We got hella hunnys
We get hella hoes
Hey!
(Verse 1)
745 outside
Rims hella big
When I drive by
Make them haters hella sick
Seat laid back
Puffin on hella dro
Cup filled up
Sippin on hella trone
Hella high in the sky
I'm hella gone
Hella fly, so fly
I could touch the moon
Hella paper, hella money
Hella pesos
Hella hoes
that do what the boss say so
Baby girl right there
look hella good
She hella like ya boy
Cuz I'm hella hood
So I gave it to her rough
Like a fella should
You can have a handcuff
I never would
(chorus)
Yes we eatin
I got hella money baby
Got money over here
Got money over there
So if you eatin
Let me see that money baby
Throw some money over here
Throw some money over there
Always eatin
Makin hella money baby
Makin money over here
Makin money everywhere
We got hella money
We get hella doe
We got hella hunnys
We get hella hoes
Hey!
(Verse 2)
Hella cars
Got whips like the slavemaster
Dope money
Got zips so they faster
On the east coast
Still keepin hella baked
I'm the real
These rap niggas are hella gay
She asked hella questions
About my doe
I pulled out my chain
And had to let her kno
She like Damn baby boy
Thats hella flow
I'm not Jibbs
But my chain hang hella low
Hella guns in my closet
You had a pocket
Young boy cooked beef
Like Johnny Rocket
Hella whipped
I make it rain like Fat Joe
Yo I got doe, dont ask
Its a fact hoe!
(chorus)
Yes we eatin
I got hella money baby
Got money over here
Got money over there
So if you eatin
Let me see that money baby
Throw some money over here
Throw some money over there
Always eatin
Makin hella money baby
Makin money over here
Makin money everywhere
We got hella money
We get hella doe
We got hella hunnys
We get hella hoes
Hey!
(Verse 3)
I'm from the Bay
And we say
Hella hella much
For example
Buffy got hella butt
Super head super head
Took hella nuts
I like to party every night
With Hella sluts
We keep weed comin in
Hella bricks
My shipments be as heavy as a elephant
I'm the best round here
Flow hella sick
Double XL the source
I be in hella shit
Thats why im all around the world
Getting hella rich
We get high
So we run through hella zips
Hella snitches runnin round
I never squeal
My name ya boy
And I keep it hella real
(chorus)
Yes we eatin
I got hella money baby
Got money over here
Got money over there
So if you eatin
Let me see that money baby
Throw some money over here
Throw some money over there
Always eatin
Makin hella money baby
Makin money over here
Makin money everywhere
We got hella money
We get hella doe
We got hella hunnys
We get hella hoes

[Intro:]
Aye yo! (Aye yo!)
Aye yo, tell nikkas to move tha fuck over!
Tha fuck goin'?
I'm in tha buildin', Ya Boy in tha buildin'
I'm fuckin' fiiya, you fucka
Let's ride tha fuck out nikka
Haaa!
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
You betta ask around (Chyea!), my niggas packin' pounds
I used to play wit waterguns, now I'm packin' rachets pow (Brraatt!)
We keep +Heat+, you'd think Wade & Shaq in town
3-57 big enuff to knock back a cow (Brrraatt!)
They claim to be tha best, and I'm askin' how?
Ya Boy done hooked up wit tha virus, call me Westnile (Chyea!)
Call the sirens, shells flyin', hope your vest around
Shots fiiyyed (Ahhh!), leave em paralized from neck to down (Unh!)
I'm talkin' wreckless now, hit tha booth and wreck it down (Yeah!)
Alwais made stacks, instead of crack I'm sellin' records now (Unhh!)
I eat beef like a double deck of checkers burger
I ain't scared to do a murda, im'a weapon squirta
I'll let tha weapon squirt'cha, wet'cha like a f-in surfa
Aye we keep work, hope ya nerves is good lesson learna (Yuh!)
Two niggas, four burnas like a stove top
Aim tha fif' and leave tha sucka stiff like a blow pop
Cock and dump, pop tha trunk, stuff him like stove top
Rolled around fo' two weeks and got tha Range Rove, Haa!
I'm like Moses how dem O's spark
Make tha coke go hard on tha back of tha bus, like Rosa Parks (Chyea!)
And duck ki's like Mozart
Tha way fo's spark, ya betta be on tha look out like tha coast guard (Yeah!)
Be quiet, we'll shootcha (Brraatt!)
Have ya hooked up to mo' wires then a back of a computa
BITCH!
[Cyssero: talkin']
Ya Boy!
(Yeah) it's my turn now mayne
This was tha mothafucka virus (Aye Ya Boy, I gotchu nikka!)
We takin' this shit tha fuck over
Ionn give a fuck bout non of dat violence shit
Non of dat nikka (Bay Area stand up!)
You wann' see me nigga? (Yuh!) Then walk nigga, walk!
[Verse 2: Cyssero]
Chyea!
Movin' thru tha hood wit tha choppa on deck (Deck!)
Pounds of dat skunk burryed down in tha trunk (Trunk!)
Red-fitted, white-T, over tha brim
Highly-intoxicated from tha doja and gin
Ridin' like tha rolla-coasta, holdin' toasta wit him
Hollow-point, two 2-3's, loaded in a min
Somethin' used wit wit tha scope so I can focus it in
Hit his head and dissapear, hocus-pokus wit him (Yeah!)
I'm from tha hood where they give rock to go to tha penn'
Tha grave where a lot of em go, but jail is where most of dem been
It's so damn pathetic, I'm coppin' hammer after hammer
Gotta hammer fetish, beef - I'll let tha hammer get it
If you talkin' - I'm sparkin', him and his mayne a get it (Brraatt!)
A head shot, numb his body like a anastetic
I got, money on my mind and got plans to get it (Chyea!)
Brain stormin' in a 'coupe, smokin' grams of relish
Hardest nigga out, ask - tha fans'll tell ya (Chyea!)
I'm tha shit (Smell It!), even ya gurl can smell it (Hahaha)
I'm mach 5 movin' - I am not human
I'm alreadi been chosen, you can stop choosin'
Yes! I'm tha most cleaverly experienced, line-fo'-line lyricst
Point blank, period!!
Listin when you're hearin' it, mayne im somethin' serius
Full beard, A.K., I move like terrorist
Give you 36 like a square when I'm air-in it
So while you're still breath-in air, you betta cherish it (Chee-Yuh!)
You think you betta then me? I think he hillarious! (Hahaha)
I'ma pittbull off tha leash, capiche? (Yeah!)
Neva broke, I got work I could sell (Uh huh)
And workin' wit dat workin' got me workin' wit skells
Where I'm from, they eitha end up in a hearse or in jail
I spit piff, you could roll this whole verse in a "L"
NIKKA!!!
[Outro:]
(Yeah, Nikka!) From Killa-Cali to Killa'delphia (Ya Boy, Cyssero!)
Pussy azz nikkas!! We got tha mothafuckin' body bags readi fo' you bitches,
nikka! (Uh huh)
If you ain't like it, fuck you and ya momma nikka!
Dat's how we get tha fuck down nikka! (Put a make up on dem nikkas, show em
how fuckin' freaks they are, nikka!)
2007's owned nikka! (East to tha West)
A young nikka's turn, nikka (It's dat fuckin' crack musik!)
You old azz nikkas mayne, turn ya fuckin' microphone up mayne
Ya digg? (Huh!)
Mayne, this from tha hearth nikka, you ho' azz nikkas mayne! (Yessirr!)
Get tha fuck out tha way nikka!
G-Block, fuck tha hood nikka!
Sell tha pound, get tha fuck down!
Ya dig?! (Ahhh!!)
Whole Up-town stand tha fuck up!
Whole North stand tha fuck up!
Bay Area stand tha fuck up, nikka!!
This where it started! Fo' us!!
This where it ended fo' you, lil' fucks!

[Chorus:]
Ya Boy who to talk about,
And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk 'em out,
MTV, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna go cause they already know where I'm (going),
Yeah straight to the top,
I already wear your advance in my watch,
BET, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna roll cause they already know where I'm (going)
[Verse 1:]
Is he blood is he cause,
I don't really know but I know he got bucks,
Everything he own got it sittin' on dubs,
If he stay in the club gettin' high pourin' bub,
Ya boy live a rock star life,
Come home every night to a pop star wife,
We both have a ball baby,
Threesomes and all,
They all get low windows to the wall,
And I'm not Lil' John,
But I make em' get naked with their high heels on,
She could be a black broad like Christina Milian,
Or, a tall blonde like Paris Hilton,
She ask what I do,
I say get money,
And I'm gonna do that until the Reaper come for me,
Call me Ya Boy cause erbody love me,
Just in case you forgot bring the hook back for me,
I'm (going)
[Chorus:]
Ya Boy who to talk about,
And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk 'em out,
MTV, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna go cause they already know where I'm (going),
Yeah straight to the top,
I already wear your advance in my watch,
BET, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna roll cause they already know where I'm (going)
[Verse 2:]
Five hundred dollars for the tune,
Five hundred dollars for the shoes,
Shit this Gucci's new,
Got a little Asian broad like Lucy Liu,
As for that red I'll show ya what the hoochie do,
Got the whole world talkin',
Who this dude?
He remind me of Too Short cause his mouth is rude,
And he so West Coast like Snoop and Cube,
But his flow like Jay-Z on the DJ Clue,
He's (going) goin' gone,
They said I wouldn't make it so I gotta prove 'em wrong,
These rappers ain't right so I gotta do 'em wrong,
These hoes ain't shit so I gotta do 'em all,
And you know I'm gonna ball like I'm eight feet tall,
Cause my flow like sushi it so so raw,
It means my career will be so so long,
They know where I'm going so I had to do the song,
Baby girl I'm (going)
[Chorus:]
Ya Boy who to talk about,
And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk 'em out,
MTV, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna go cause they already know where I'm (going),
Yeah straight to the top,
I already wear your advance in my watch,
BET, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna roll cause they already know where I'm (going)
[Hook: x2]
Ain't no matter where I'm at,
I know where I'm goin',
Put ya hands if ya already knowin',
Straight to the top,
This shit don't stop,
We're going going going going (going)
[Chorus:]
Ya Boy who to talk about,
And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk 'em out,
MTV, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna go cause they already know where I'm (going),
Yeah straight to the top,
I already wear your advance in my watch,
BET, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna roll cause they already know where I'm (going)
[Talking:]
We workin' hard over here,
Precise music group,
Box Cave,
Amen,
Digital Product,
Ayo this that brand new hustler's anthem for the summer time,
It's another DJ Amen exclusive pussy,

[Chorus]
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
[Ya Boy]
Fast Living, fast women
They like to dive in that money, look she back swimming
She back grinning
I'm cash spending (?) Rodeo Drive, 5th Ave'n it
I'm not your average I'm well established
And I can introduce you to good living and lavishness
Establishments, flashy whips
The baddest bitch, baby the man's a pimp
Why me, rockstar in the flesh
She never knew she had rockstars in the west
I never knew Marciano could make a perfect dress
How do you make it look like that, your the best
J12 Chanel baby, that watch nice
You know I'm famous, I put her in the spotlight
Lets hit the night spot then I hit the spot right
Get her in that thing and just go, no stop lights
[Chorus]
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
[Ya boy]
I do my thing from the Range to the planes
I can't say that since I got money I've been the same
Sushi dinners, Miami summers
New York Winters, I'm a big spender
I get Louie delivered, Gucci flown in
We flew out, got our iPhone roaming
You knew how I did her, n-gga just check her twitter
I bet a million she say the rockstar with her
Yeah, lets hit Sunset before the sun sets
She ask what's next, well, baby I love sex
Rough sex, Wild sex, hot sex, 'bout sex
We in the bedroom banging like gunplay
Girl you taste like an ice cream sundae
We can wake up in the morning, do it all over
We in the fast lane until they pull the car over
[Chorus]
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
I pull up on that girl like baby you like my wheels
Come, hop up in my car, lets take a ride through the hills
She's addicted to me because I get her high
I get her high, I get her high
[Wiz Khalifa]
Got her choice of any drug, she said I'm her favourite though
(?) enough to go around, said she like to face it though
Just like a lady, drive Mercedes, got your own
So how can I be a bad influence, Miss we grown
You sending me pics with nothing but them Vicky's on
Sidekick sex, we iPhone bone
Butter taste it so she take it all the way down her throat
I'll make you famous, call you Miss but not an Oh, oh, oooh
And if ya n-gga got a problem, tell him see us, see us
She smell our aroma, sweet as California
Calling me her medicine, higher than she ever been
It was better than the weekend with the stars
Well, rou can have it all, get the dream house with the car
You and your girls, day spa, getting foot massages
Lot of rock n roll, sex and the drugs

Lyrics to Certified Gangsta:
[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)](R.
I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set! )
We ride in that Westside(Eastside),
That no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride)
[Verse 1: G.A.M.E.]Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome.44
Gun smokin' like Suge cigar
Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If that thing come out, it's murder she wrote
If Doc come out, it's 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga, we do this everyday
Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave today
Bring the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out
[Chorus: Bezel]Now I ride with my vest,.45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West
Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Certified Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the house
And I kill in the drowt
That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South
Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth

[Ya Boy:]
Hey Mama
Ya Boy Gettin Paid Mama
Remember, It Didnt Used To Be This Way Mama
But Look, Ya Son Drivin Escalade's Mama
And After Them Shows Ya Son Gettin Laid Mama
I Dont Know What It Is Mayb The Like Me
But Ive Been Suffering So Long Huh, The Shit Is Frightening
People Are Star Struck, Im Gettin Starbucks
But Last Year I Couldnt Afford Starbucks
I Went From Honda Cord To Driving Large Trucks
Didnt Really Have A Name I Couldnt Charge Much
Nigga's Overlookin The Bay But That Was Our Luck
Now I Got Sumthin To Say And They On Our Nuts
I Used To Hustle On The Block Sellin 10 Shots
And Now Im Tradin My Stocks At The Rim Shop
And The Shit Dont End No Its Not Stopping
Im In New York With Jin We Got The Set Popping
[Chorus: Ya Boy (Jin)]
Ayy Ive Been Down So Long ,So Long, So Long(Its Time For Me To Come Up) [x4]
Ayy Ive Been Down So Long ,So Long, So Long(If You With Me Get Up)
[Jin:]
I Speak For The Mc's So You Can Understand Him
1 - 2 Battle's Now They Call Me 100 Grand Jin
Accept The Fact That You Cant Win
Its A Done Deal Now That I Linked Up With Ya Boy In St Quin
You Know Cats Will Talk We Just Here To Get It Poppin
And Let The Bay Watch Like David Hasselhoff
Then Go Global With It Hit Your Part Of Town
But You Cant Reach The Sky If You Dont Start From The Ground
Can You Blame My Confidence?
In 4 Years I Rocked About 36 States And 5 Continents
Thats All On The Strenght Of My Flow
Only Suckers Who Measure Skills Based On The Land Of There Dough
I Represent The Graphieus Ask My Man Kay
He'll Tell You Right There Im Only 1 Hit Away
But You Never Know, Shit This Could Be The Song
Its Time To Come Up Ive Been Down So Long
[Chorus: Ya Boy (Jin)]
Ayy Ive Been Down So Long ,So Long, So Long(Its Time For Me To Come Up) [x4]
Ayy Ive Been Down So Long ,So Long, So Long(If You With Me Get Up)
[Jin (Ya Boy):]
So If You With Me Out There Then Please Stand Up
(And If You Hustlin Work Then Put Your Grands Up)
But If You Get Locked And Put On A Stand Stuck
(Remember Snitchin Aint Cool Dont Never Give Your Mans Up)
(And For My 9 To 5 Workin I Aint Mad At You)
Single Baby Mothers That Gotta Be The Daddy Too
(This Is The Anthem For The Struggle In The Grind)
Its Jin
(Ya Boy)
Its About Time
[Chorus: Ya Boy (Jin)]
Ayy Ive Been Down So Long ,So Long, So Long(Its Time For Me To Come Up) [x4]

[Chorus: x2]
I represent in... CALI
It's hard to live in... CALI
Hard to survive in... CALI
Cause you could die in... CALI
Alot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI
Cause you'll get done in cali.
[Verse 1:]
They call me Ya Boy,
I'm representin' Northern... (CALI)
And that's where them young boys is gettin' shot and tallied.
I'm from that state of dat brown bag
If you ain't from 'round here, get pound here, play with' 4 pounds here.
And young nigga's push work by the pound in... (CALI)
Yeah we get down in cali, leave 'em in the ground in cali.
I'm from the state where they slang rock's and hate cop's.
Roll the turf, skate block's, never will the case stop.
I'm from the state where they crippin' and they bloodin' at.
And if they can't find you, they go to where ya cousin at.
And ain't no squares here, alot of playa's here.
The chronic shit, we high as the Hemalias here.
And nigga's play with' chopper's, alot of crooked copper's.
We call 'em hood rat's, Texas call 'em boppers.
Throw up ya finger's, if ya feel the same way.
Ya Boy puttin' it down for CALI-FORN-IA.
Where you from?
[Chorus: x2]
I represent in... CALI
It's hard to live in... CALI
Hard to survive in... CALI
Cause you could die in... CALI
Alot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI
Cause you'll get done in cali.
[Verse 2:]
This here's a shady place, rest in peace Tookie.
I guess the Terminator really wasn't just a movie.
The dealer's give the yay, the killer's get away.
A snitch is very lucky, if he can live another day.
The Giant's vs. the Dodger's,
The Raider's vs. the 9ner's.
Either you small grindin', or you a big timer.
We wearin' black tees, gold teeth, and bandanas.
We push zip's, fuck model chick's, and tote hammers.
We get alot of dough, like Digiorno.
You see them Bentley coupes, We can afford those.
Where if you live another day, only the lord know's.
Wherever the money at, It's where the whore's go.
We call them gold digger's, and it's alot of those.
The feds really bull, they wearing cheap clothes.
The state of California, where we don't get along.
I'm bringin' you to cali, just listen to the song.
[Chorus: x2]
I represent in... CALI
It's hard to live in... CALI
Hard to survive in... CALI
Cause you could die in... CALI
Alot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI
Cause you'll get done in cali.
[Verse 3:]
I'm from the Bay, still L.A. love Ya Boy.
Ask my nigga Spence, We straight thuggin' boy.
I got the street's turned higher then the oven boy.
I'm from the west, still look like a southern boy.
We on them big wheel's, I'm in that fast drop.
Just got the black coupe equipped with the stash spot.
Some nigga's ride spinner's, some niggas ride rallies.
Just keep ya thang tucked.
Because it's... Because it's...
[Chorus:]
It's hard to live in... CALI
I represent in... CALI
Hard to survive in... CALI
Cause you could die in... CALI
Alot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI
Cause you'll get done in cali.
I represent in... CALI
It's hard to live in... CALI
Hard to survive in... CALI
Cause you could die in... CALI
Alot of sun in cali
I keep a gun in cali
So watch your tounge in... CALI

(money, money, money, money)
{CAKE}
Ya boy don't play
I rap but I'm strapped
Gyea I represent the hood got the Bay on my back
I ain't neva been a sucka ask my uncle Phat Rat
Before rap I was gettin my {CAKE} off a crack
Fuck the world till I die I'm feelin just like dat
Somebody call the president tell em Tupac back
With a mouth full of diamonds, Giants hat all black
I'm the greatest we can even bet the {CAKE} on dat
Gyea
Boom when I approach the hammer
Get hit with a red beam like the grocery scanner
Paranoid so I filled the whole crib full of planners(?)
I like jewlery but I'm spendin all my{CAKE} on Atlanta(?)
Yeah I got a full house like Stephanie Tanner
And the clip on the K look like a banana
All black burner(?) gloves
All black Phantom
I'm the kush man hold the big sack like Santa
Piece of {CAKE} no challenge
Gettin green like salad
Told the homies where you at
It's green like havok murderin is a habit
Expecially when we step in the booth it's automatic for the
(money) the (money) the (money) the (money) the {CAKE}
You niggaz betta pump yo brakes
Ya Boy don't play
I'm rap but I'm strapped
Put you niggaz underground
Put my city on the map
Keep a vest on my chest and a gauge on my lap
And yes money talks cause for the {CAKE} you gettin clacked
Ask about me in New York
I'm the truth it's a fact
And everybody know the Bay
Ya Boy drops it's a rap
I don't need you friendship
You ain't gotta have my back
All I need in this world is {CAKE} and a Mac
I'm the Luke Skywalker
Rhyme talkers I got bars
Fuck a movie Ya Boy ready to war with stars
I gotta flow outta this world it's on Mars
The Earth upped and baked it in a {CAKE} like fuck cigars
My hoes walk around topless like Mardigras
It's the gutter side of hip hop it's too many parties on
Rappin bout the streets erybody knows you not involved
I don't think you hard no nigga not at all
Sweetest {CAKE} from the bakery
Bitch there ain't no fakin me
Say it real nigga till the undertaker takin me
Past the blind even they can see my pockets got no vacancy
It's Ya Boy be makin me some (money) some (money) some (money) some (money)
Some {CAKE}
You niggaz betta pump yo brakes
Gyea
It's almost time
I know ya'll been patiently waiting for me
I've been sittin back in the Cutty
Gettin my {CAKE}
Haha
We finna let the beast loose though
We finna unlock this cage in a minute
I'm goin so hard
I'm gettin {CAKE}
Somthin you niggas don't know nothin about nigga
I don't want that mixtape to drop
I don't think ya'll ready yet
Ya'll want it?
I'm gettin {CAKE}
It's comin nigga
Bout to change the muthafuckin game nigga
Young Ya Boy
Do you understand
Ugh {CAKE}
Ya'll didn't know a Bay area niggas could spit this way huh nigga
Shocked you niggaz huh?
Yeah nigga I'm finna fuck a lot of you niggaz ova
No homo muthafucka
(money, money, money, money) that's what I'm bout though
{CAKE}
Gyea

Precise gang in this mufucka you already know who I am it that's boy ya boy
D1 aye give me somethin man
Aye sf brim on my head all read
Gucci shads on my face bad bitch in my bead
I'm eatin I'm fed I'm gutter I'm hood
I could make a million dollars eyes closed I could
I'm the price of the bay some say I'm the king
But either way you look at it my name still ring
I'm hot fly like a hot air balloon
I asume my money could stack up from the floor to the moon
The mac goes FACK and the nine goes BOOM
Pistol whip your eyes black like rick raccoon
I'm simply that dude real pimp bitch I'm rude
Real banger my mini me so he move how I move from the
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
I, I represent the
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
With my valljo niggas off two backwoods
Had to shoot at a nigga he tried to stomp on my hood
I don't play that shit mother fucka this a bently
And bitch chip in cause my tank on empty
Ho from the O bitch get my dough
I'm a green light boy I don't stop I go
I be yb I swear I see
Dead people every where big face benjeys
Put lambergini doors on my s-550
And it's all blue same color as them crips be
Big black gun planted right where my hip be
I call it a burner it turn a nigga extra crispy
I send hoes so them hoes say he sent me
I pimp hoes so them hoes say he pimp me
Talk alota shit but nigga don't tempt me
Cause I wet niggas and ya shirt say drench me
Ya not fuckin with me pockets look flimsy
All my niggas toss these hoes like frisbys
Grindin all day with a pocket full of yay
And if they looken for me tell em they can find me in the
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay
Bay bay bay

Ayo I walk it like I talk it
Spray it how I say it
Get it how I live it and sell it how I weigh it
My name in they streets I'm a tell you what they sayin
They know ya boy got them birds like ronald reagon
Getten kinda famous getten kinda paid
And them girls love me cause the dick good like meagan
They sayin he traded in his coupe and bought a range
And it's all black just like a baltamore raven
They sayin he put a few bitchs on the blade
And hes pimpin now getten money in differnt states
And hes on the radio they hearin him on differnt stations
They herd hes in l.a. with game
Hes gang bangin nah
I herd he still in the bay he yay slangin
They herd he got hitters that keep the k bangin
When they see em they gone rob him
Balla block ya boy turn the whole world to a barbershop
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout
So welcome to the barbershop
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout
So welcome to the barbershop
Ayo I call it like I see it
Live it like I breathe it
Set the hood on fire ya boy got the street fien
They sayin I'm a demon I should'ntbe breathen
I guess they mad cause my name buzz like bees
And I'm rich for no reason ballin all season
But still I squeez and leave ya brains on the cement
They sayin I'm a heathen they sayin that I'm teasen
Roll threw the jects with my whole mouth gleemin
They herd that I'm a sucker but still they won't touch em
They herd I chop shit up like west coast customs
His jewels got took they herd I was in the buildin
They wanna no about fat rat and about the million
They herd I'm in l.a. recordin with the docter
They no I'm fitten to blow it's clearer than a glass of vodka
They herd I run shit call the shot
Ya boy turn the whole world to a barber shop
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout
So welcome to the barbershop
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout
So welcome to the barbershop
[Bishop Lamont:]
Yo I get my shit chopped
Fake niggas don't stop
If it ain't our people then it's brothers cuttin up spot
When niggas plot and niggas pop and get popped
Over the usual cash, pussy, n pharmasoticals
Motavated by jelousy inremovable
When cematarys get so filled ain't no room for no more funerals
Preety soon theyll hang no vacancy signs
Niggas will have to get cremated and add to the smog line
It's pathetic I admit it I regret it
When you no where u headed it's a curse bein pathetic
I tried to stand by keep quit and just let it
But once u touched by god till u die u gotta rep it
Hard got lines it's easy to over step it
That's why I never mind when rappers gossip on a record
Cause there's worse problems then niggas lien on a record
I'm a real soldier nigga world wide respect it
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout
So welcome to the barbershop
Everyday I hear them talkin about me
Everywhere I go the talk is bout me
The people wanna no what the talk is bout

Ladies and Gentleman, we have another victim
Ya Boy
Eh you know like when you be in the club
And you see that bitch like, like
What it doooo, aahhhhhhh
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho
Get her wet (crank dat new Ya Boy) [x4]
I said
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho
Get her wet (crank dat new Ya Boy) [x4]
Girl, Ya Boy off in this thing
Shot it like a mutherfuckin' pinky ring
Me and those guys are not the same
Look my brain just hydroplane
Just get it off in a whole 'nother lane
Just like be in that brand new Range
All red fit, red candy paint
Gun make you jump around, house of pain
Ma, got your clothes on, take them off
Don't want to fuck, just want that mouth
Too much teeth, ooh watch that, ouch
Bitch get off me, go sleep on the couch
The Game had a claim, it's BMG
Shout out the term AP and BD
Flow's so real see it in 3D
Realest nigga ever to grace a CD
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho
Get her wet (crank dat new Ya Boy) [x4]
I said
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho
Get her wet (crank dat new Ya Boy) [x4]
Shoot up niggas, I get her wet
Plus I got a flow she can't forget
I give it to her, her and then her next
Rough sex damn near break her neck
Got her hooked on the dick when she wrote my check
My dicks bigger than yours I bet
This why be I so project
Shake a bitch up like Etch-a-Sketch
Do a bitch now like girl who next
And Aquaman that hoe, she wet
I get green call me Kermit
Never come out the game like, uh her met
Yes, yes, I am the best
If you want to test don't need that vest
Have a red beam all over that chest
Corner team all over that mess like
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho
Get her wet (crank dat new Ya Boy) [x4]
I said
New Ya Boy off in this ho
Bitch I'm leanin' off that 'dro
Get that girl up out her clothes and
Aquaman that ho

It ain't nothing, ain't nothing to me
I be doing shit they'd never believe
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got
See I did made it happen, cause I, see a lot
Nah, it ain't nothing, pop bottles and blow trees
And get a bottle of oz
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got
See I did made it happen, cause I, see a lot
I ain't mess, fly nigga, jet zone
High when I pass, blowing gas on that,
Niggas on my level they must be top floor
On top of the world getting top from your girl
Living life like it's new to me
22's on that whip boy that shit look like brand new shoes to me
Just writing my 8's and a half, or my nines
That's dimes in them little green bag, I blow it all
Go cop and show it all
Give money to my girl she gonna give it to the mall
Got a niggaz zoning, eyes red like a break light on a late night
Like I'm coning
There's something about that swag you got, the,
They can't figure
And ain't nothing just to flash what I got
I can show, platinum nigga
It ain't nothing, ain't nothing to me
I be doing shit they'd never believe
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got
See I did made it happen, cause I, see a lot
Nah, it ain't nothing, pop bottles and blow trees
And get a bottle of oz
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got
See I did made it happen, cause I, see a lot
Guess who's, still smell the money on my finger tips
Riding with a single bitch
Boy I let the, speech, serve you like Serena bitch
Man I got a benz Bentley and a beemer chick
Fly nigga quick like my nigga Swift
And I wrap a nigga up no Christmas gift
While I beat a rock turned like Waka Flocka
Whole squad push kicks like we playing soccer
No talking, cut back nigga, block a blocka
I swear you dealing with a monster, Chewbacca
Girl I rep kill... to my dying day
And if I ain't a real nigga let me die today
, got us playing with power positions
Let them ak's squirt like a pile of syringes
Bitch bout, wings spread like a butterfly
I'm getting money, I ain't nothing like them other guys
It ain't nothing nigga
It ain't nothing, ain't nothing to me
I be doing shit they'd never believe
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got
See I did made it happen, cause I, see a lot
Nah, it ain't nothing, pop bottles and blow trees
And get a bottle of oz
I be thinking it ain't none, look at all that I got

Smooth, type of nigga and I'm always thinkin money, get money, spendin money, that's what I do
And girl if you're into sex and diamond, guess then I'm into you
See you look real good and I'm tryin to take it down baby girl, I ain't tryin to be rude
But one and enough, I like you and your friend, I'm tryin to go home with two
Patrone in my system, magnums in my pocket, I can fit them
Pussykiller, you lookin like a victim, she lookin back at me like nigga come and get some
Lick and stick and hit them, man I'm like r. kelly how I piss them
Aufff don't call and text them, naw I just spoil and then sex them
I give nicknames and then pet them, never stress me out, cause I won't let them
Sprunged out is the way a nigga get them, everytime they see me's like the first time I met them
You like them chace and fetch them, I grab them bag and catch them
They don't let you fuck, but they let him, beat the pussy, teached you a lesson
Specially when pussy's being bad, it's the best pussy that a nigga ever had
Seven jeans, y.s.l bag, light brown eyes, hair done in the back
She love who I be, cause dem other dudes wack
Baby girl stacked, look at her rack, if baby was a stripper I'd throw her a stack
Call me dog, I'd be licking her cat
As long as that cat don't scratch, pussy like cookies, I'm a eat that batch
Lock that pussy, can't pick that latch, your friend naked, I'm a trying to make you match
Turn her into a lesbian, brought another girl, girl let's begin
Everybody watch, we can set a trend, open up wide girl let me in
Two girls and I made em friends, now we fucking on the sky like alien
She said dick so good she should pay for it
So I gave it to her and said pay me there
Going in deep like navymen, yours for the night girl take me there
Love the backstroke, hate to swim, but she said on top is her favourite
I'm trying to knock some hoes, I'm feeling like a pornstar of on this patrone
I'm trying to take a beautiful straight girl home, and turn her to a LESBOO
I make her pop a pill, now baby girl it's on, them tights and heels got me ready to bone
I'm trying to take a beautiful straight girl home, and turn her to a LESBOO
Yea yea yea, I got 2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
2 girls 1 cup
Feeling like a pimp, high as a blimp, opposite of left, girl let's go
[? ] dress for easy access, lot of bad bitches, ya'll lookin at the best
After party let's do some drugs, so we got nothing to do with us

I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World
But I Garantee
That I Will Spark The Brain
That will Change The World
Better Show Respect Before I Lose It
The Whole World Know
Precise Is More Than Music
A Movement
Look At All The Goons That I Move With
Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots
On That Platoon Shit
Best, Hardest In The West
Yes, Literally
The Fans Comparing Me To Who?
Come On, Ya Killin' Me
The Enemy Keep Tryin'
But Can't Get Rid Of Me
Bombs Like Timothy
Arms Like A Centipede
Hoes Through His Door
Make Sure He's A Memory
One Nigga
But I Got Em' Shook
Like There's Ten Of Me
Go Hard In Hip-Hop
Hope They Remember Me
Screamin' "Thug Life"
Like A Tupac Minny-Me
Any Beef?
Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery
I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Missury
These Niggas Wanna Finish Me
And Send Me To The Reveren
Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven
Holla At Me
Fillmore Bitch
We Dollar Happy
You Would Think I Was Strippin'
The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me
I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful
The New Ice Cube
Bust My Guns
And Rock Mics Too
So What's Good?
Either You Crip
Or You Blood
Somebody Call Khalid
Tell Em' "Ya Boy Was Hood"
If He Joke Like D-Ray
My Heat Like D. Wade
Shots To His Face
Make Him Sing Like T-Pain
Stuff Him In The Trunk
Then I Dump The Remains
Nowa Days
All That Rappin' Is
Is A Free-Chain
If A Nigga Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain
He's Not Gonna Make It
Like His Plane Got Delayed
I'm Talkin' To The Real
If You Fake, Then Get Lost
Them Block Muscle-Men
Hustlin' Like Rick Ross
Real Talk
I'd Rather Sit
Then Snitch Dawg
Cause Quick Jaws
Get A Nigga Smoked
Like Menthols
I'm Way Outta They League
Who Hotter Than Me?
Gottcha' Favorite R&B; Bitch
Swollowen Me
I Ain't Lyin'
Look I'm So Fly
I Should Be Flyin'
Maybe That's The Reason
Why Ya Girl Keep Eyin'
I'm Eyin' Her Back
Louie Purse, With The Hat
I'm Not A Trick
But I'm Rich
So I'm Buyin' Her That
And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef
Tired Of That Gay Shit
I Thought He Wanted War
He Seen Me
And Didn't Say Shit
I'm Outta This World
When You See Me
I'm Like A Spaceship
Lights Everywhere
Make It Bright Anywhere
Got The Sun On My Neck
Full Moon On My Wrist
Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth
And It's All On A Bitch
I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline
Everytime
Milk A Bitch Like A Cow
Every Cent
Every Dime
Never Been To Jail
But I Done Done Hella Crimes
Moved To Malibu
Now I Got Em' Thuggin'
To Pepper Dime
Gimme Mine
If A Nigga Say I Ain't The Top Five
Dead Or Alive
Remove His Head
And His Spine
I Load The Lead In The Nine
Leave Him Dead On Arrival
Ya Sittin' On The Shelf
What The Fuck Did Ya Sign For?
Catch Me With The Crips
And The Bloods Don't Mind No
I Don't Bang Colors
I'm A Damn Albino
Drunk Like A Wino
Hard Like A Rhino
Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone
Lookin' For A Fine Hoe
Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin'
I'll Even Take A White Girl
Like Jessica Simpson
Make Sure She Licks It
Kiss My Limp Biscuit
Tape It
Need A Witness
This Is Big Business
I'm Heavy With SRC's
Like Steve Rifkin
I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel
Nigga Listen!
Drop Em' A Line
That's All I Do
Is Go Fishin'
Get Em' Hooked On Me
Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks
This Is
100 BARS OF DEATH
If Ya Listenin'
I Ain't Like These Other Niggas
I Can Go The Distance
Ya Fans In My Hands
So You Know I'ma Clinch It
The Rap Game Dirty
But Somebody Gotta Rinse It
I Don't Even Spit Shit
I Just Go And Rip Shit
That's Why These Hoes
Put Me On Like Lipstick
That's Why These Hoes
Put Ya Boy On They Hit List
Swag Like A Ma' Fucka
I'm The New Slick Rick
La-Di-Da-Di
Sawed-Off Shawty
Ridin' Through The Hood
Bout' To Flip Somebody
How You Rap Like That?
It's Just Somethin' Bout' Me
I Step In The Booth
And The Shit Just Comes At Me
Niggas Wanna Shoot Me
Niggas Wanna Rob Me
Fuck That!
.40 Cal
Here Right Beside Me
Niggas Can't Deny He
Hotter Than Mojave... Desert
In The Middle Of Summer
Let's Have Me Nashi
I Be
Killin' Other Rappers Like A Hobby
Niggas Take Pictures
Of Women When Like They Surround Me
I Don't Even Trip
I Don't Block No Head
I Tell Them Hoes
"Do Me"
Like Rocko Said
But You Can Get Up Outta Here
If You Ain't Got No Bread
Cause Even My Bed
Gotta Far-Gomo Spread
Yeah!
I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks
And If A Nigga Say I Ain't Nice
Then He Probley Get Butt Fucked
I Catch You In The Hood
All I'll Say Is
"Tough Luck"
Don't Holla Precise Gang...
... Ya Get Fucked Up
What What?
Cut A Nigga Up
Like Nip Tuck
You Might As Well Kill Ya Self
Like A Wrist Cut
And Everybody In The Whole Hood Know
It's Us
The Way Them Doors No Longer Swing
They Lift Up
The Way Them Boys
Gon' Do They Things With Big Bucks.
Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, And Big Trucks
Despite That...
I'm Tryna' Sell Like Mike Jack
I Even Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap
Keep It A Hundred
So It's A Must
I Write That
Spit So Much Crack
The Feds Got The Mic Tapped.
Yeah
Holla At Me
PRECISE GANG!
YA BOY!
I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy
West Coast
West Coast
I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy
Y.B.
I'm On One
InfaRed On This
Motha Fucka'
Yeah