Nigga Shit

[Mack 10]

I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party

Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi

Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us

Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us

For me to bust a Bay bitch she gotta be the thickest

I dig them Bay niggaz cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish

Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond

Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin

[B-Legit]

I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga

No matter what you say nigga, long as you pay nigga

I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' shit

A steel toe mack down to break yo' bitch

And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?

We turn housewifes to everyday whores

Send 'em up in stores with the false ID

to get DVD's and big screen TV's

Wanna be like me? I run from vice

Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice

Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice

I know it ain't nice but nigga that's life

Black black on the scratch, no tradin back

2000 'llac, can you fuck with that?

Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko

All strapped down with the roscoes

[Chorus: E-40, B-Legit]

We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit

Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit

We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit

Sick shit, big nigga shit [B] Big nigga shit

We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit

Click shit, big figure shit [B] Big figure shit

We on some nigga shit [B] Nigga shit

Smoke a spliff, hard liquor shit [B] Hard liquor beatch!

[D-Shot]

Here I come.. steppin out the Vader

They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper

Been in this game since eighty-six

One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick

Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K

Them true boss ballers that done paved the way

I throw my Roley up in the air

It cost me 25 K, do you think I care?

I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em

You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems?

The rap game's been good to me

I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P.

The lavish lifestyle that I live

consist of big-ass parties and sippin gin

We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce

We hit the studio and then bounce

[Chorus]

[E-40]

See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper

Papered up hood nigga livin like a rapper

If you see me you would think I sold a million copy

like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body

All kind of bitches be thumpin over a motherfucker for the worst

One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse

Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch)

Stab a bitch, shoot a nigga for her nig'

See I'm a slick talkin boss playa

full of straight mindgames and schemes

Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans

Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file

See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (bitch)

You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's

Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross

Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?)

Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes

[Chorus]

[Suga-T]

I'm sportin Benzes, Cutlasses, smoke trees and hustle for G's

Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees

Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies

What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony

I'm a boss bitch botch

Known for smugglin heroin balloons in my crotch

Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block

Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit

[sung]

We're just some real ass niggaz

We're ballaholics everyday

We're not your ordinary niggaz

Our only motive is to get paid

We're just some real ass niggaz

We're ballaholics everyday

We're not your ordinary niggaz

Our only motive is to get paid

We're not your ordinary niggaz

We're not your ordinary niggaz

We're not your ordinary niggaz

We're not your ordinary niggaz