Big Ego's feat. Hittman

歌詞

Los Angeles approach control This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger, go ahead Cessna 81-Ecno is over the Compton Airport, 5-2 at 5000 Requesting ground controlled approach To the Los Angeles Airport, over 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach controlled, roger Radar identification; turn right, heading 0-3-0 I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran with the best of 'em Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of 'em What can I say? Cali-for-ni-a Where niggas die every day over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whatever I roll with my shit off safety, for niggas that been hating me lately And the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumping gangster rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E Like Dub-C, I'm rich rolling, pistol holding Pockets swole nigga, that's how I'm rolling Put the flame to the killer, nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure in the building, for real I'm hitting switches, making bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick every time I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watching the Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AKs in cases Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps and Geos I'll bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoovy Doovy Crashing Flex on Tuesdays, harassing hoes at movies Passing by with Uzis, like who you aiming at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claiming that Rat-a-tat-tat I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You gotta recognize Hittman is an enterprise Cali pride, Bronson rider South Centralised The Henny got me energized, smoke the guys Tryna focus on mines, poke they eyes out, I'm LIAI's loc'est Hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggas in the pen that get hit When the guards look the other way We hitting hard - Hittman and Dre You playing games? I suggest you know the rules We putting guns to fools, make you run yo jewels Take yo honey and cruise to the Snooty and snooze, cop booze Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck with crews That's sick, the aftermath is we rule shit I'm Big Hitt, don't confuse me with no other 'Bout to blow, motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps and Geos You look like AC Green, bitch, don't call here anymore With feet like Ben Vereen's, bitch, don't call here anymore No no, no no What up? It's Hittman I ain't at the crib right now So you can leave your name and number after the beep Unless it's Tammie's ugly ass - I ain't fucking with you