Loaded - Intellectual

[Verse 1: B-Real]

You couldn't hold my crown, but you can hold my balls

Man they hold you down, I hope they slow you down

I control you now, movin' that police car remotely down

You ain't payin' attention, I ain't playin' detention

While they movin' in silence of dead discretion

Got your plan designed, homie, get him slapped off, walk it off

When your body's on the street, watch him talk it off

Block it off, get the can stick, yeah we chop it off

We tryin' to fill a cup, top it off, pop it off

Window brakes from a Molotov fireball

We take a hit, baby top it off, duck it off

Yeah, Westside bitch!

An adult R-rated underground gangsta shit

All the hoovers, the ese's, the Bloods and Crips

Straight up and down like the hands on the twelve and the six

They gon' be testin' our words, the revenge of the nerds

Say got you all to believe in, you're the coffee beans I fold

Your Red Bull wings, know a bitch from a queen

Find your Adam and Eve in the system of things

Dawg, whistle my fanbase so let out some steam

I'mma better my circumstance, so follow my lead

Thank you for I can all our merchandise and buying our weed

Don't be the one that we leave, take it one for the team

I'm a dirty disease, so I'm immune to the virus

I'm down for catching a thing, you have the right to be silent

But if you choose to be silent, there's gon' be horrible violence

Now pledge to allegiance is damn united

(Let's make America great again)

Suck my dick!

I don't need your approval, women swear by this

Never had your fingertips on a three-puff switch

Never had a bitch, nigga called me son of a bitch

Algorithm is stick, they be callin' me Demrick

Try put out more records than Master P and No Limit

Wanna handle your business, better fuck with Xzibit

But if you fuck with Xzibit, I'll send your ass to the dentist

If you touch B-Real, it's gon' get so real

Like Tyson, earbites the holy feel

Put me in quarantine, still can't hold me still

I'mma set you to business like brakes on the wheel

We just shootin' for change while others shootin' to kill

Ain't no justice in motherfuckers, they just make a deal

They want us all separated like Bill and Camille

When an illusion is sloppy, the triggers reveal

For real!