Spider Loc - b**h Boy lyrics

[Spider Loc] This b**h boy can not see me Listen to the way I rhyme On the streets I got that easy This West Coast is mine I got a hundred young n***as wit me hollerin' 2 c's Wack and Pooh rider, them my n***as from 2 p's I smashed in the 90's and I run into 2 g's You ain't a g**ner so you run in wit 2 tees You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana In Compton they say you used to glaze Santana You gave that up, and really start trippin' And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'? You did change your heart, and now it's Piru On DVD talkin like the downest Damu But Doja, you know just as well as I do The truth is the story that you tell is not true Doja be in a gang for the last few years And tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears Stop the frontin' You ain't wit the funken at all You really ain't nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball Rev Riders Red Rags Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin You ain't got no background you talk about T.V If it ain't about 2Pac, It's all about Easy If it ain't about Easy, It's all about Fif and the Unit I wonder who's listenin' to it Jumped on Dre's dick and do nuttin to Yucmouth Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden I've come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded How the f**'d you get me started But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that You steady goin' broke and gettin' bu*terfly tats When Fosen died you lost ya G side And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride And they said no bullsh**, it's on fo' real You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil Oh I'm from, that's just how the politics go I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe I'm a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow In big blue diamonds look how my sh** glow You don't know, where I'm from You don't know, where you from You can catch me in the Yukon hittin' on fire Or pushin' up century, gettin' head from Mya And I don't really wanna let the Tec speak So b**h Boy, check your technique And while your at that check the streets good The Eastside Riders don't f** with Eastwood You just a bad look for the Dymu's Tight drawers saggin', hatin' ya high school G-Unit! On the plaque of the lowrider Da rats in the hood holla "Go Spidah!" I'm from the most gang and I flow tighter Take back the Bentley's, go get a ghost rider Jacion callin' for peace He said it his self, you should call the police If you ever see the G-Unit Crips, I'mma EC banger with G-Unit chips I can tell that you hate it alot But I'mma stay on top, if ya hate it or not