You ain't a thug just a dirty nigga with a gun
You put the hundreds on the top but in the middle hella ones
And taking photos
Cujo pockets bulging like the back on Quasimodo's
I'm California living you already know tho
I'm authentic I need a crib big enough to get lost in it
A big bag big enough that we can all split it
Try and rob us choppas a have you cartwheeling
Old friendships ended but no hard feelings
Nystrom Village project buildings my name carved in it
A Bay Area souvenir i'm loved by all women
Them haters hurting like a cut when alcohol hit it
Roll a dub in a blunt don't like them skinny
Started parking cars in front my granny house i got too many
Check my resy in the streets or jail ask my old celly
Ask my mama been a hustla since i came out of her belly
You love them bay niggas they be going dumb
You love them cali niggas i'm your favorite one
Even on probation he still play with guns
Cuz if he die his mama cry that pain gone weigh a ton
You love them bay niggas they be going dumb
You love them cali niggas i'm your favorite one
Even on probation he still play with guns
Cuz if he die his mama cry that pain gone weigh a ton