[Verse 1: E-40]

Hard drugs you knuckle head and thugs

Fake identification, getting kicked out of clubs

If it wasn't for my pen, I'd be in a pen

In the Bay where I stay, is eerie and grim

Smurkish, merkey, spooky and eerie

Never know which one of my partners gonna try to rob me and kill me

Thats why I keep my ear to the gravel, my cleats to the turf

California built me for battle, since the day I was birthed

First day on the Earth, my first breathe of life

Coffins and Hearst, everyday somebody done died

Dispute and disperse, they cut him down with a nine

Millimeter heater shot him in his torso and spine

[Chorus: Bosko]

See that ball cap low, dark face so

We lurk on these niggas, graveyard shift clocking in faithful

Pay me consistent

Smurkish, murky eerie grim

It's spooky, out here on the grind

So spooky, I'm just trying to get mine

[Verse 2: E-40]

This spook just stood by the door

They shut the trap house down, with nails and boards

My auntie neck still sore

The popo beat her ass and threw her on the floor

Plus; I got more than half a key, gotta pay my lawyer fee

Out there on the streets they owe me

Side to side like a wheel alignment, it's right and it's left

School is in session my nigga pull up yo' desk

I got that old money mixed in with a little bit of this new money

Fuck with niggas that's real, I don't fuck with the false or phoney

Me and my homies and chronies, my relatives and my partners

Trying to raise up our sons and our daughters to grow up and become some scholars

[Chorus: Bosko]

See that ball cap low, dark face so

We lurk on these niggas, graveyard shift clocking in faithful

Pay me consistent

Smurkish, murky eerie grim

It's spooky, out here on the grind

So spooky, I'm just trying to get mine

Mine, mine, mine, get mine, get mine

[Verse 3: E-40]

They pulled up with the slap

While I was washin' and dryin' my clothes at the neighbourhood laundrymatt

Loose as a goose my pants; I almost crapped

Out of bounds lastnight I let my cousin borrow my strap

My life's surrounded by crack, but I wanta give back

Move on top of the hill, even though I'm straight from the flats

Go out and buy me a grill, for my teeth and my ‘Lac

Man, I got get back skills, if my fetti collapse

Personality and attitude of a ghetto child

Fuck a deal man I'm taking this shit to trial

My attorney done did all that he can do

So I'm a stay silent all the way through

[Chorus: Bosko]

See that ball cap low, dark face so

We lurk on these niggas, graveyard shift clocking in faithful

Pay me consistent

Smurkish, murky eerie grim

It's spooky, out here on the grind

So spooky, I'm just trying to get mine