N Tha North Bay

VERSE 1

You faulty trying to salt fuck your hating trying to hault me

Original gamers taught me so you suckas cant get got me

Im naughty Nathan nice the west turf is where I soaked

Whats your name baby three weeks later she was broke

Im just that type of playa aint no simpness so observe

Im plotting on this hoe for what she gotting pimpness heard

I was told you hella young but you laced like you was twenty feven

Im a differ with opinions fuck na im agreeing

A back seat type of guy that's what I be

Unless you kicking down hoe fuck a telly

I tell a bitch like this yo fuck it

If you aint really with get your as out my bucket

Im Sworn in this game like my potna d.o.g.

My playa west slang got you geekin off young zigidy

First I takes a puff befo I fucks wit this eight loop

So you can deck it out in your pimped out caddy coop

(ha ha) baby wasn't trippin that I left her at the motel

get in tuch with this when your purse is filled with hoe mail

im a playboy potna west downs where I kick

where I call a girl a bitch and rap dope shit

where we shake counter fits and we hit that dank

quick to cuss at a bitch for trying to sit on my paint

playas aint tripping since the town turned

gang signs aint thrown how much money you earn

a small town with some big names

playas like zigg spitting pimp game

rollas trying to rush so them rollas I dust

I do it like a chevy wit some ups im gone

VERSE 2

Im hearing this and that how you jelous thoughts going to hold me back

And being incarsarated wasn't shit but a place to rap

Still kept in contact like hi wit all my real folks

Twomp on my convisary homie your time will approach

Im like damn the da got it twisted

Aint got know lawyer I wait it out and don't say shit

Monitered phones got my business on hold

I sat back slammed bones tell I get home

But for now released date is what im thinking

Because my tape was supposed to be out last weekend

And word of mouth (word of mouth) got me on lock down

They dry snitching got my name hot in the town

A testimony was the last thing up on my mind

To busy on my toes dropping sacs and ditching one time

When found out fifty fifty getting money

Straight lost to the district attorney

On my time im getting jacked I anint even making bail

Oh well its time to marinate up in my cell

And constantly dwell on some shit that moms wrote

Visions of hittinfg the studio blowing dosia smoke

I gots to come new im stressing there aint know reason fo it

My tape is still bumpin in the north side of californi a

Cant hold this fifty fifty label down

Controversy be making me known around

Young zigg is locked up zigidy do that whte stuff

All that does is rotate this product

With my rivals and rollas want me dead but still doing this

Know posters no stickers but still pushing hella units

I knew one day that we would be coming up

But I never knew that haters would be helping us

So much love to the demo dissers telling made tails

All you really doing is making these tapes sell

Sample ? Ray Luv ? I Gotz To Be Mo CareFull'

Zigidy ?