[Intro: YG]

Tight get with it

Let a nigga run up, nigga gettin’ stitches

Ever since a youngin’ I been having bitches

All the hoes wanna hop on my dick like crickets

Tight get with it

Let a nigga run up, nigga gettin’ stitches

Ever since a youngin’ I been having bitches

All the hoes wanna hop on my dick like crickets

[Verse 1: YG]

No money nigga, show money nigga

Got niggas in the Bay making ho money nigga

Got them hoes on Figg, got them niggas in the pen

Jesus Christ I pray for all these

That pussy got heated up, nigga beat it up

I’m gon’ start smoking niggas if they keep speaking up

On my name, I bang, my gang

‘Til the day I lay in my grave

Yeah, I was lost but a nigga got saved

Like the carpool, nigga, stay in your lane

Got niggas in jail to this day

The old niggas sick ‘cause I got bitches they age

Big homie’s telling me to get cakes

And if I do that, some niggas get sprayed

Big homie’s telling me to get cakes

And if I do that, some niggas get sprayed

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

[Verse 2: Blanco]

I spent five racks a day

That’s me being modest

Let’s be honest

It’s simple economics

I mean do money, I ain’t countin’

My Chronic is bionic

It’s the bomb, Islamic

I don’t want it, I’m buyin’

I roll it, I light

I load it, I fire it

You fuckboys, keep hiding

Yeah, I got the shed on lockdown

Everybody and they momma know I got pounds

Got the llama, and revolver on my lap now

Fuck that, I’ll never back down

Old timer sat in the background

I live in a glass house with a MAC-11

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

[Verse 3: DB Tha General]

Bands make her dance but the weed got her, oh

This her song, couple shots on she on, in the zone

No we sleep, do many if you ain’t me

I promote a million tweet

No geek, still street

I grind all day, grind all night

Yeah a nigga chasing bread, you’re motherfuckin’ right

I’m high as a kite, cloud nine, wasted, faded

Bay nigga, town S, don’t hate it

Out there, I can never escape it

Smile at they ass, cause they know a nigga made it

Look it’s the greatest G-O-A-T

Call me the goot on a coat they can’t fuck with me

Dumb tree bitch roll up

Why you playing? I’m just saying what's the hold up?

We got dumb tree so we roll up

Why you playing? I’m just saying what's the hold up?

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

Them block parties in the projects, and on my block

You diggy don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock