Intro for Roger

[22 second instrumental to open] [DJ Quik] The stuff I seen it was inevitable I be a businessman I knew that I would get some resistance whenever I took this stand Now this is how yo' street works, everybody hates each other Until they in each other's face, and then it be cousins brothers And loved ones, it's all just a race To see who can grab the most nuts and get back to the house in one place You niggas wanna be on squirrel time, I'm around the world time Until I gotta come back to court, talk to my kids and they're fine This is my intro, I'm scratchin' Chingy, comin' blingy this time I'm showin' off my hands and freestylin, showin' you through my mind This is for Roger Troutman, he helped me when I was so blind To see that y'all would freak out on me at an opportune time I shoulda seen it comin' [Hook] Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch He fuckin with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin to put this nigga outta this bitch Niggas tryin to talk me outta this shit I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch She fuckin with my chips I gotta resist I'm tryin to get this hooker outta this bitch [DJ Quik] I live in Los Scandalous, California It's the most beautiful sunset 'til cowards run up on ya And then it's curtains you hurtin' for what yo' mouth had been blurtin' Where you don't love who you squirtin cause she just might be workin' I ain't sharin a fuckin' thing, I'm a rider for certain Shake the homies with self-esteem problems, give 'em some Jergens Bitch problems weaken the love for the homey seekin' to sub for the homies Tweak and do drugs now no homey he just be lurkin' My best friend's dead, my heart is a stone My soul ain't even mine to own, they say it's a loan And I feel sorry for any nigga that diss me it's on I'm comin' with pencils pistols and crystals you gone It's premeditated now nigga [Hook] [Outro] Man I done seen the nigga go through some shit Family messin' with him, gangbangin', man Get his drink on, for a long time Trippin', gettin' on motorcycles man, and standin' on 'em Losin' and fallin', scandalous-ass baby momma Lettin' homies, so-called homies fuck Tryin' to make my nigga look bad Then they end up in Atlanta, got hit with some hot ones That's what they get, keep on pushin' Quik