[Interlude]

Ready on the left, ready on the right

Yo, BR, what up my dude? (What up? Okay)

Yo, kick that thing you was kickin' in the studio

Aight, yeah, y'all want that joint?

[Intro]

'Round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down

Yo, yo, what was that, B? (Scram Jones, I see you, baby)

That was crazy, yo, kick it again (Good lookin', yeah)

Yo, 'round town, I'm bound shake the ground

Shake the town, wave the pound lays you down (Ooh-wee)

[Verse 1]

And that's how we approach these faggots

Trying to grow and be fly, but they still maggots

I'm sure all I gotta do is call my mans

Forty Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans

I'm the up-top gangster, the star in the hood

One of the few muhfuckers that ain't scared of Suge

Fam, that was nine-five, man, fuck the past

See niggas out there frontin', bodyguards up the ass, man

[Chorus]

He's Black Rob, he's okay

Play and you'll get robbed today

[Verse 2]

Y'all know how I'm coming through the Source Awards

"Somebody's jewels got jacked," man, it must've been yours

Y'all dudes be talkin out the side of your mouth

So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth

Y'all ain't sell no records, made no cash yet

Fuck dude 'cause my niggas is goons in every aspect

And don't get beside yourself

A lot of shit gon' be fucked up beside your health, man

[Chorus]

He's Black Rob, he's a thug

Fuck with him you'll get fucked up

[Verse 3]

Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise

That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage

Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus

Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, ocean-omics

I seen green, more green than the Sonics

More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard

The .9 mill' scope, I walk up on a nigga

Put the .9 to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope

[Chorus]

He's Black Rob, he's our friend

Thang go pop, we's back again

[Verse 4]

Aw, man, y'all niggas done got me hype

That's it, we fit the same stereotype

If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that, too

Fuck the model bitches, well, we can screw that too

Man, notice I said "We"

She's a J-U-M-P

Man, off top, fam, I got figures

In the game she's fuckin with all the top niggas (It's true)

[Chorus]

He's Black Rob, he's our man

If he can't do it, no one can

[Verse 5]

Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash

Alumni, I put the whole name on smash

After this, they gon' wan' lace me plenty

Who's just mad 'cause they can't make a JCPenney

Who's your Bad Boy? BR, back with the nutritious

Black attacks like a pit bull, vicious

It's goin down, fam

I'm about to shake the ground, it's uptown, holla at your man

[Outro]

Ready on the left, ready on the right