Thought You Knew

Never gave a fuck and I still don't

So save your lectures, I'ma gang bang for the rest of my life

A young BG deranged in the brain

The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang

Yeah, I still slang my thangs like a G

Really, can I make your ass rest in peace?

No need to waste my energy squabbin'

Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin

Never been a baller but I trap many ballin'

Homies, you know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin'

You better hide your daughter, 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick

And have her sprung on this black ass nigga

Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin' from her daddy and her mother

Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass clockers

Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that

And I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hood rat

Bitches ridin' on my bit

Niggas hit me up and shit

But I'm from the Eastside

Where the niggas do or die

Representin' like a dream

'Cause circle's deep, I thought you kneel

Yea, uh, uh, uh

As I crack dice from one hood to the next

Doin' credit card schemes and cashin' hot cheques

I got a nine for any nigga that come runnin' up

Keepin' motherfuckers on the duck

You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks

But when your chick starts choking ya, you gotta break me off

I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends

If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in

In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot

You can find Billy Boy rollin' down your block

Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is gettin' paid, 'cause that's my way

And all the hoes still wanna fuck (you know we do)

I bleed like the next man, but when the gat is in my hand

You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top

L.A. hustlers can't live without money

So before I make sense, I gotta make a knot

'Cause I can't fuck without my hoes

And I can't hit no switch without the six-four

Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me

But I won't be gettin' back in the CPT

Niggas tryin' to give me stuff

Billy boy don't give a fuck

First I warn you with my rhyme

Then I'll fuck you with my nine

Don't give your pleas 'cause I don't bang

But I'm down to fully slang

40 Thevz end down your crew

'Cause circle's deep, I thought you knew

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler (ah)

Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar

Stock 'em all up like a pack of punk bitches

Now I got his whole crew wearin' heels and doin' dishes

You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin' front

Don't you take this shit for granted just 'cause niggas call me cool

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

C-O-O-L-I-O G

M to the A, A to the D

A circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's fuckin' with a missile

I chew your ass like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle

Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps

Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin' pack

See, I used to be broke now I blow in do smoke

First you diss my city then you choke heheh

C-O-M-P-T-O-N

Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin

I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know

Step to them madness, your ass gotta go

Ain't a damn thing changed, but only the year

East Coast, West Coast get the career

You don't wanna see my crew

'Cause circle's deep, I thought you knew