Strap on the Side

[Hook]×4 Rollin with my muthafuckin' strap on the side of me (peace to my mothafuckin 9) Don't fuck with the East Bay Gs [Verse 1] Buck 'em down with the clip and the trigga Screamin' like Eiht, yelling "Come on nigga" Nappy-head muthafuckas in a Coupe de Ville Lightin' shit up like Fire Marshal Bill You see, I hops on the flow like my nigga Domino And get a big fat sack of yay-ay A key or a half, a motherfuckin' thang, pistol-whipped a nigga with an AK-ay Peep this, loddi-doddi, I shot up his body I left his ass bloody in the front of the party It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin' up out the cut Do a drive-by with the feds on my nuts Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G See, I pull my muthafuckin' UZI And, spill his brain (spill his brain) Spill his brain (spill his brain) Spill his brain in his muthafuckin' lap I pulls a jack (pulls a jack) Pulls a jack (pulls a jack) And shoot the heart out his muthafuckin' back I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho shit So niggas, spark up the bomb, so we can blow shit [Hook] [Verse 2] Comin' up in a mask like Tales from the Crypt UZ thang swallows that ass like Lipton, nigga And now, they're trying to wander and figure How the fuck Charles Manson turned himself to a nigga Put a blast on their ass with the holes of the barrel Bullets fly in a chest like a muthafuckin' sparrow Cause we get like Steven King, bodies swing from my ceiling Oak was in the chest when it's time for cap peelin' 9-4, hit the do with a fat gat Comin' like this, break em down like that The nigga with the bags and the fat crack sack Po-Poes on my back, blow their ass off the map With the 187, mad man killa Spill a nigga guts for the fuck, cause, I'll be... [Hook] [Verse 3] It goes one for the treble, you don't wanna floss Unless you wanna flex with my bitch you Nina Ross Ga-a-gat that ass with the double-deuce Derringer From the bay area, the pall-burier Six niggas carry ya, momma in hysteria Walk up to your muthafuckin' coffin, and I stare at ya Cause, you're a dead muthafucka black And you never should have fucked with the 187 Fac So nick-nack paddywhack, give a G a gat And put some bullets in that ass crack Yeah, break em down with the mac And like John Madden '93, "Boom, he's on his back" Spice 1 is a muthafuckin' troopa So, say what's up to the East Bay Freddy Krueger Blow the head off the muthafuckin' cow When my gat goes off like an M1000 Take the hood off your hooptie when I bust a cap Rollin with my muthafuckin' strap on my side [Hook]