[Verse 1: Mac Dre]

Backwoods got me congested, ain't rested in two days

I'm gettin' paid, been on niggas' head like toupées

I'm a thug, cuz, rob the blood out you gays

Cutthoat nigga, bitch, I scam 'em for days

On school days, I blew bays, got ripped and fucked up

In new J's on 2-ways I scritched and scratched up

I beat that batch up when I found out she lyin'

Who she think I am, "Saving Private Ryan"?

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]

I make your town move just by walking on your block

Take the keys to your city but I still pick the lock

Buy a car and a Glock, put the cash in my socks

Put the beat in the trunk so you hear the shit knock

To hell with the law, the freeway's mines

So is your freak, radios and Alpines

Coke with a little bit of cherry lemon lime

You think of me, you think of big money every time

Candy coat shine like the trigger of a .9

Orca was a whale but Pisces is the sign

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]

I got split personalities, I'm bipolar

You might see me with my Italian stallion or my chola

Rap rock and roller, I'm dope as yola

If you don't pimp her, I might like Dola

I'm riding in a big boat like Noah

With two women of each races, boy, I control her

A ho, a ho stable, I'm a mack and I'm ready

No dough, ho? Debit — that's right I said it

[Verse 4: Andre Nickatina]

I grip my dollar bills like my Caddy steering wheel

I'm not a chill pill freak, do what you will

Heart ticking like a time bomb eating spicy prawns

Man, it's the god of Khan, check it, baby, right or wrong

Man, look but don't stare, it's the crime rhyme king

With braids like a juvenile Khan, nah'mean?

Went Bruce Springsteen in my Anchor Blue jeans

Oh yeah, I'm in your city, man, what's up with the weed?

Man, call all the G's, and tell 'em all freeze

Andre Nickatina sayin' "nigga, what you need?"

Hit the corner so narrow in a fly blue Camaro

A sparrow dodge a arrow but not a double barrel

[Verse 5: Mac Dre]

We in a 7 Series Beamer, it's me and Nickatina

Ready to sexual harass a bitch like Martin did Gina

Committin' felonies and hella misdemeanors

A dog in the yard where the grass is hella greener

Rap singer, a pimp done slapped Tina

I mack meaner from Black to Latina

Clean as Noxzema, quick to pop the nina

Got the money from the broad as soon as I seen her

Wilhelmina, Tina and Trina, got dick by the bay on the Berkeley Marina

Don't mean to point the finger but uh

She got pancake, syrup and butter

[Verse 6: Andre Nickatina]

Man, the way I smoke weed it's like death of a genius

Reappear, roll up, rise like the phoenix

This is not a remix, Nino, Felix

Put it in a capsule, seal it, deal it

How you want it, Nicky baby? Four times five

A quarter ounce of weed and some cherry pie thighs

Excuse me if I'm greedy 'cause I'm caught up in the lust

I'd lie if you want but I'm a tiger you can trust

'Cause I'm on Fillmore in a white velour suit

In a blue Kangol, in my Wu-Tang boots

With a back like a cobra, cursed by the mail

My manicured nails touch a triple-beam scale

Baby is a athlete, body like a star

You're talking real bad, freak, meet me by the car