Night Out

Hey, doing this with B.G. Knocc Out
B.G. Knocc Out
And the gang
Laughter
Roll it
A nigga that’s west side
Rolling anybody killa
King of the double bean
Dole fiend
Howsie grand wishing
Bentley dealer
Scare when I
Come thorugh with the homies
Thriller
Beggars through the cocaine
Waller fulla filler
Five kilos of dope
Stashed off in the hub
Sagging down the aisle
Fully toned fully killa
Dub the State Patrol
Nigga killa
I been doing all this
Since Boyz n da Hood
Mac major wood
I’ll be SAucing
Murder frank often
Never will I soften
Rolling until
They stick me in a coffin
I BG rise
To G five
West side to the East side
ITs to G five
Crippin since I was knee high
Sleeping on a mattress
Fabric
Guerilla tactics
Fully the Uzi?
Smacking you living backwards
? is My alma mater
Harley to Tejada
I’m just trying to
Stack the gala
For tomorrow
Hollas in the driveway
Sideways don’t you know
This is California
I gotta do it my way
Boyz in the hood
Got boys in the hood
If they love it
They shoulda
Bought the stores
In the hood
Between the
Heart and mind
Is where the battle be
So the mentality
Only amount to casualties
9−5 a busta world
Don’t know, don’t show
Don’t care what’s going on
IN the mother fucking hood
Ain’t got a dislike
For the 5:00 with a rifle
I’ll snipe you
It’s the original
Baby Gangsta
I’m a Hub City psyco
Well it’s a tiny gangsta
Fuck how you living
Blocc boyz in the building
Come give me a reason
It’s west side nutty nigga
Anybody can get it
Boyz in the Hood
We the boys in the hood
Let’s see with this chicken shit
In your environment we dangerous
Talking about on CNN
«They contagious»
My catching busting bodies
Busting clears
If you a real live nigga
Never trust a bitch
Never fuck a bitch
Unless it’s C.O.D
And if you see o?
You better C.O.D
You niggas CGB
I’m in the cock pit
I keep a hot bitch
With a cold demeanor
You ain’t gotta
Go home
I thought I told you G
You’re here to chop a sound bitch
Get choppered down
I got a hundred rounds
I got a hundred pounds
With them four horse
Niggas
From the underground
And we running town
You hoes Whitney Houston
And bitch a Bobby Brown
And she black hearted up
Or red bottomed down
Red on the ground
Dead on the ground
I hear these niggas
Talking Fed
But I’m not around
Cause we don’t
Talk to the police
Nigga
Not a sound