Willin' Out!

Yeah, represent, represent, represent She be stankin' that Continental Lincoln style

Grippin' that throttle like she ridin' bike in the aisle

Double T, never missin' a beat, she gettin' wild

Gettin' noggin' on the Okanogan, yeah, that's my style

We play for keeps, ain't nothin' funny bout our paper piles

This shit ain't for the meek, yeah, we checkin' them profiles

And while, you laughin' and gassin' a nigga in denial

We be droppin' them cassings straight outta them federales

Makin' daily deposits, open up my safe again

My shits the bomb got you blowin' up like Arabian

Rememberin' them nights it was just butter and bread

Now I'm gettin' long neck from a short bitch on a big deck

You can't even begin to fathom the fathoms I've had to swim through

Or even comprehend the shit me and the boys have been through

So keep it movin', stick your ground up, stand tall

Will you cower or pick up the phone when the reaper calls

Your judgment days a comin', everybody better starts to runnin

I gets it on like Donkey Kong, breakin' down these bricks

Guttin' and slicin' like a country boy in the sticks

And I guess you never know just how it hits until it hits

Like a semi or a couple of slugs out the four-fifth

I'ma piss all over your head and tell you that it's rainin

So shut your fuckin' mouth, I don't wanna hear no more complainin

I drink, I smoke, I fuck, I fight, I keeps it' movin

All damn night, yo, bitch, my clique, we on some shit

You know we all gets down with it

I drink, I smoke, I fuck, I fight, I keeps it' movin

All damn night, yo, bitch, my clique, we on some shit

You know we all gets down with it

Pretty little chick from the hills

Says she got skills and has mills

From heavy investments, Latina mama

Speak Italiana

Says she grew up in Santa Ana

With her parents and three sisters

And oh, how they so pretty

Got experience with the 50 cal, socal her hair

Blows in the wind from the recoil, I can see