Ebonics (Criminal Slang)

[Intro] Rest in peace, Big L Yeah, Big, ‘Ebonics’, nigga, ow-ooh-ooh [Verse 1] The studio is the traps, snitch-niggas’ll rat Her ass stun, that's a DR flight back A hood ho is a thot, .40's the Glock She give me head, we call it top In them foreigns, they BMWs Bitches you want to fuck; WCWs The strip club is the 'bando A thousand grams is a kilo Shoot the fair one, catch a fade, yo New Jordans is the JOs Got to check in, that's the PO In the ladder, that's the chopper Little niggas on IG dick-riders Fake friends, we call them switch-siders The cops is pigs, rest in peace to Garner Blunt stuff, we call them Godfathers My BM is my baby mama You want problems? That's drama Good weed is the Girl Scout Good weave is Brazilian hair, bitch with her tits out [Bridge] 'Ebonics', nigga, rest in peace to Big L All the legends, nigga, let's go [Verse 2] Trollers is the new haters Swipers is the new hustlers Get catfish, but fish scale 'bout undercovers Play mean you fool, fool mean we eat Your face on the shirt, you six feet-feet deep We really creep, y'all common creep I'm about to cut, shorty pussy deep Tens cars the fleet, ten broads on fleek That mean ten bad bitches in my condo suite Get some roll-up, that mean cigars Swishers, Dutches and you can do the Backwoods Actavis, that's the lean The Unit, that's the team My Murda Mook a nigga, that mean my bars is mean My whole life a dream I don't want to wake up The code word to cut his face is a night shape up [Outro] How my night shape up, man Rest in peace to Sonic Shout to the whole riders still Guy Brewer, Big L, 'Ebonics', ow-ooh-ooh