Intro For Roger

[22 second instrumental to open]

[DJ Quik]

Cause the stuff I seen it was inevitable I'd be a business man

I knew that I would get some resistance whenever I took the stand

Now this is how yo' street works, everybody all hates each other

Until they in each other's face, and then it be cousins brothers

and loved ones, it's all just a race

To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one payce

You niggaz wanna be on squirrel time, I'm around the world time

Until I gotta come back for court, talk to my kids and they're fine

This is my intro, I'm scratchin Chingy, comin blingy this time

I'm showin off my hands and freestylin, showin you through my mind

This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind

To see that y'all would freak out me at an opportune time

I shoulda seen it comin

[Chorus]

Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit

I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch

He fuckin with my chips I gotta resist

I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch

Niggaz tryin to talk me outta this shit

I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch

She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist

I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch

[DJ Quik]

I live in Los Scangelous, California

It's the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya

And then it's curtains you hurtin for what yo' mob done been blurtin

Where you don't love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin

I ain't sharin a fuckin thing, I'm a rider for certain

Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some Jergens

Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin to suffer the homey's tweakin

Do drugs not now homey heat just be lurkin

My best friend's dead, my heart is a stone

My soul ain't even mine to own, they say it's a loan

And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me in song

I'm comin with pencils pistols and Cristals you gone

It's premeditated now nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit

Family messin with him, gangbangin, man

Get his drink on, for a long time

Trippin, gettin on motorcycles man, and standin on 'em

Losin and fallin, scandalous-ass baby momma

Lettin homies, so-called homies fuck

Tryin to make my nigga look bad

Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones

That's what they get, keep on pushin Quik