[Verse 1]

Cause P-town ngas straight hard

We can be strapped on the yard

Sending this out to all the ngas in the county

In the state pen

Like my grandma told me a scared man can't win

Nga i didn't have no peachy cream life

Everthing that i have

I had to stress and strive

Pull out my 9, bust 4 times to get mine

Than i tap that ass like gregory hines

Ooh, ooh wee, you done did it

You got this gat in your mouth

Somebody smelled like they shitted

Don't ask questions about me loc cause i'm federal

Make a phone call have the homie shoot up your funeral

Said i'm crazy like gideon

Mask murder on track, nga kill all that wack

Because i'm riding on record labels and don't give fuck

Cause when you check into the industry

Prepare to get ya ass hole greased up

Cause you gone get stuck

This industry will have you selling white stuff

Its a cold occupation

I done went platinum with eazy

But still doing probation

[Verse 2]

[Verse 3]

I rub the genie in the lamp

And out comes the G nga

Said i'll grant you 2 wishes and some major figures

First 1 show these ngas how to ball

Alright mr.kane you'se about to have it all

2nd wish when i die i wanna go to heaven

I'm a genie nga i ain't no motherfucking reverend

Ah my bad homie, well let me make the bombest hits

Alright nga all the G's gone be banging your shit

Real shit, real ngas like us never let go

3rd wish please clean up the ghettos

It's like 1 then comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

Me and my niggas we stay hardcore

Mc;s competition run when i bust

Supreme master of getting them gods and we trust

See nothing like an idiot, idiot, get it

You want that s.i cool i'm with it

I'm kicking dope shit on this pimpstrumentals

I'm round the wreck shop [but clever?] give me a instrumental

Cause pomona city riders don't give a fuck