[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
No polo denim
Suede [?] with the cotton balls in them
[?] been about my cheese
All white T and them 501 jeans
Keep the gangsta nigga never wore no gators
Nike's cool, but nothing like my Chuck Taylors
Low low boy, no 26's, bitch
If I wanna ride [?], I just hit the switch
ZZZ, how many pumps you got?
When you get that paint, how many colors it [?]?
Stunna shades locs [?]
Go hambone on this Turf [?]
Got a gun under the battery that I hide from the police
I hold a euro clip, on the front of my Caprice
If it got funky, put a pistol in your hand
Everybody drop by, let's go see the stress man
[Verse 2: Turf Talk]
Couldn't wait to get my hands on the new cortiez
School lunch had more money than the other kids
[?] was the first nigga serving yayo
He had the flat top shave and the [?]
[?] handlebars, [?] street the bike
[?] like dickies, but she like the price
We on some papers nigga, you don't know 'bout blunts
My [?] mean, but my initials was on the front
38 [?] that was before [?]
On Daytonas, homie, that was before blades
The [?] looking at me, like he feel my [?]
They know I'm in the hood, but I'm in the church
Drive slow, drive slow, who you identify with
Now the little homies on some old dawg shit
Gangsta like all these motherfuckers standing by me
Gangsta like wearing jean jerseys in the 90's
[Verse 3]
Since elementary I was fresh outta the Fila suit
Hoodie zipped down, blue strings in my Fila boots
Lil ass nigga, barely bigger than Beetlejuice
[?] rock ice, we'll show you what the heater do
Talk gangsta, we bust and we toss [?]
Gucci links, white tee, Nike crosstrainers
I was only 80 pounds with a bomber jacket
Plus the other four pounds that the liner added
Couldn't wait to get my hands on a new deuce 5
I got from big gangsta Nut with the cuckoo eyes
Next up came the .350 cause shit was gettin' shady
Need sum little bigger in case niggas try to play me
Fo 147 and triple gold hunnids
I learned how to count the lil clips to hold hunnids
Either on the handlebars or the back of the [?]
Shootin' the uzi, tryna keep the curl bag on my head
[Outro]
Things just ain't the same no more
Everything ain't the same no more
New car, new bitch, new shoes, new money
Hey, hey, hey, hey