Locked
OK ok!
More crack, more crack, more crack
Back like cooked crack you motherf**ers
Santana!
Juelz santana, yeah!, dipset, dipset
Yall know me, I'ma take it up another motherf**in notch, haa!
Right now it's about that time
Yeah!, yeah!
Yo..
Now you ain't never seen a G roll wit this
You a E-hole missin, get ya peep hole missin
k**ed an ditched like Nico Simpson
While I'm Chico stickin, Philipeno women
You the type that wear a speedo swimmin, Ina pool a 100 dudes, an just 3 Lil women
sh**!, you couldn't even see those women
An the pool was 3 feet deep, that these hoes went in
Oh no this negro didn't, oh he go trippin'?, he gon get at least 4 digits
Homes, I make at least 6 digits, a week
An Ina week then I trick 6 figures
Yea, I be wit some quick pick n***ahs
Sick sick n***ahs, who clip sh** quicker then big clip scissors
You a barber, get ya big thick clippers
Sit in ya own chair
Yea, cut ya own hair, you's a known queer
n***ah I'm no hair, no mare
I be done wit hair, done here
You bang, but I claim the dawg was homey
Yeahhh, an i gotta ole fam
Cam is still choppin junk
An Jim? Yeah, he still a muhf**in El Toppa to Unger
Let's get this sh** clear
I'm the prince here
My dick is sick, just waitin to get this b**h here
Now ion know if yall done know this kid
Keep your eyes more focused kid
I'ma tell ya
An i just gotta call off a state phone
Like, Aye homes, El millz on the way home
An we here with the flow, you scared of the flow, nominated for grammys 2 years Ina row
Who cares if you don't win?, you playin this sh** thoe, we here for the dough, all year for the dough
Yea, I thought we'd never be in this sh**
But we did, turn around and we gon beat up this sh**
An in the studio we beastin this sh**
Yea, we thinkin about 3 peatin this sh**
So, just hang ya shot up
Dawg, we on a bulls winning streak, and gotta Lakers line up
We can't wait to line up, an show you motherf**ers wat it is to see how gansters line up
You see them tecs and them spaceships line up, start to think the f**in matrix lined up
I got A-gang wit me, I got the AK wit me
I advise you not to play games wit me
I gotta mean focused spray game wit me
So fiend, He thought I had a little spray rang wit me
But I'm that n***ah, that man, that deliver the blam, can opener style, take the lid off ya can!
I'm crueler then cruel, you'll never find a n***ah as smooth as me that still do wat I do
So just play guard, you's a playin card
I'm Kobe Bryant, without the rape charge
I'm MJ, without the face job
sh**, I'm Whitney Houston, without the 8 ball
And that's straight raw
Yeah n***ah, I told you motherf**ers I'm back like cooked crack
Oh you think I'm just saying it? Believe me, huh?, oh its all f**ed up now
Oh it is, it's all bad now, oh it is, k**a!
You know how it's goin down
Line 'em up, so I can shut em down
I'm popping sh** this time around
You motherf**ers got me hot, ok!
Look I told you I was great, ok!
Yeah! I'm still movin', let's go
Can't ever stop me now n***ah
Yeah!, ok!
Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, yeah!
Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, what!
Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, come on!
Dipset, dipset, dipset, dipset, let's go!