I just touched down in killa Cali
Strapped up my boots
Got scooped up by Game
So I hopped up in the coupe
Gaah What up ni**a
What the hell is goin on
I'm tryin to ease back
And get my head in the zone
Where the fk you tryin to go
Ni**a this yo city
Anywhere I'm just tryin to see some a** and **
So full mash the gas
The night is young
All bull sh*t aside
I'm tryin to have some fun
Hit the hop in Lakewood
Or ride down Slawson
Or to Casino
They say it's just like Compton
Really doesn't matter
Long as shots don't ring out
Ni**a I stay strapped
I don't wanna pull the thing out
Well keep the heat heat
Right up under the seat
And let's roll to Roscoe's
And grab somethin to eat
But check ya rear view mirror
I swear somebody's following
Rollin in that dark blue
SS Impala and
All up on tha bumpa
Man I'm just sayin
Tell me you know this ni**a
Naw they betta stop playin
He sped up around
And drove right in front of us
Could be one time
Just tryin to bust one of us
Till he smashed the brakes
And we almost hit him
Throwin signs out the window
Like something was wrong with him
Before we jump out
And get ready to clown
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Keep one eye open
Cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry
Then the streets gon eat
That's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Call up the homies
It's about to go down
Yeah call up the homies
It about to go down
Yeah that's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
The Game 2
Somebody tell Luda
I'm on the way now
Aight just stepped one size 12
Air force one in the A-town
And you know where I'm headed
To the Lennox Mall
To get it done head to toe
N W A style
Do it then Keep it gangsta
From the waist down
And this chrome tre pound
Got me feelin
Atlanta brave now
Right disturbin the peace
I'll let the lead spray
I'm startin to love this place
They even got red clay
Okay hit a different
Strip club everyday
And I don't make it rain
It's a hurricane on the way
And I got
The A-town pump
It'll make ya whole body
Do the A-town stomp
Then it's off
To the waffle house
And pancake mix
Ain't the only thing
Coming out of mouth
And the 42 D's
Coming out her blouse
So baby daddy coming in
Game get out the house
Keep one eye open
Cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry
Then the streets gon eat
That's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Call up the homies
It's about to go down
Yeah call up the homies
It about to go down
Yeah that's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Yeah I'm in a real life movie
So this is take 3
Where Luda step foot
Out in Phoenix AZ
Super Bowl super hoes
Drivers on stroll
So I put the call in
To Willie Northpole
Big homie I got ya
Stick to ya like a cactus
Welcome to tha bird city
Cris take off ya jacket
I know you kind of used to
Big bootys in the club
But ain't nothing wrong
To have a little salsa in ya blood
I see a couple thugs
With some b**ch Tennessees
My town but
I still got Phoenix enemies
Haters wanna stop em
And I really wanna pop em
But it's hard to fight back
When you got an album droppin
Connect We in south Phoenix
Ni**a Africa bang
Matter fact Cris
Tuck in ya Africa chain
Cause I see some ni**a staring at us
With a lame frown
I'm a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Keep one eye open
Cause the streets don't sleep
If the streets get hungry
Then the streets gon eat
That's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down
Call up the homies
It's about to go down
Yeah call up the homies
It about to go down
Yeah that's why I keep some heat
And a couple of rounds
Ni**a call up the homies
It's about to go down