Look at this pene
Coming together like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga
Keep it gangsta ya'll, please believe it
Keep it gangsta ya'll, my niggas thug out
Keep it gangsta ya'll, you getting drug out
Keep it gangsta ya'll, these bitches loc out
Keep it gangsta ya'll, when we smoke out
Keep it gangsta ya'll, cause we chromed out
Keep it gangsta ya'll, I bought the bomb out
Keep it gangsta ya'll

Hear ye, hear ye! Call me hogs
Fresh out of the hole tank
Bouncing off the walls
Dub-C, the Bandanna president
With the gauge on the handlebars
Rolling through your residence, running the scene
It's the king of the cars down
Baby, in my new all stars
Gangsta's, what are the gangstas?
None of them make me riders
Throw your heaters up, throw em' up
Ladies, Old Gs, sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on
Swang with the gang as I reach out
And touch yah, throw my cup
And get ignorant out this motherfucker
Mayday, mayday, back in charge
Cutting all costs, cutting all costs
Dip, skip-skipping thru the lane
With the bang, bang, bang jingle
Hopping under the SS, working them ankles
Dubs shiesty for scrillias
And I brought my homeboy
Hell yeah, the mother fucking villain
One to the two, to the three, to the hello
Look at these Gs working these
Here come the villain with another heater
With mother fucking Dub, nigga, in a two seater
Hold my nuts while I west, west ya'll
West, west ya'll
Grab that microphone and I test, test ya'll
Villain Mericone, I be like all over ya'll
Who wanna ball with that black nigga Red?
Like the dime nigga, I'm supreme hustling
WC, give a fuck if these bitches don't love me

I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang from my side
You and I, it's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know
They got to peel us off
I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang from my side
You and I, it's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know
They got to peel us off, gangsta

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Up under the gun, running a game
Waddada day, wadada day
Dub lock it, let your flag hang
From your back pocket
None of them, none of them, none of them
Can't none of them get wit me
Peep my style, but you can't get rid of me
I heard your C walking now
Well, who taught you?
What, you could see who?
Nigga, why I out to smack
All the spit out yah, beat the shit out yah
Get out the dump and stomp it
Dip into the 600, sagging in my overalls, blunted
Thinking of quit fronting
Cause gangsta shit WC running
Head hunting, steadily pumping
I come though punking ya'll for ya'll rodies
Shooting a life style like Colby's
So shut up and kneel
To these West Side parolees and pass the 40s
Cause can't none of you bustas hold me
We got the niggas, we got the bitches
We got the killas, we got the riches
We got the dealers, we hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
We got the niggas, we got the bitches
We got the killas, we got the riches
We got the dealers, we hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't
We got the niggas, we got the bitches
We got the killas, we got the riches
We got the dealers, we hit the switches
We got every fucking thing you want
And we can get it, punk-ass nigga, if you don't

Who that nigga that you fucking with? Who?
When you wanna hear some motherfuckng nigga shit, ooh
Called a villain and I bring hot lyrics
Hit your bitch, nigga ran wit it
Ya'll need to quit it
This shit legendary, fuck around with us
And your mama get buried
Your first born and that bitch you just married
Who give a fuck bout that baby she just carried?
Up in all black like my fucking skin tone
How the fuck you gonna talk a bout the villain?
You a phone, biting every time you bust
Who gave all your balls a weak motherfuckers
Better say us
So if it ain't rough, it ain't my shit
Might have been my bitch, it ain't my dick
Hate my click, bitch mad cause I won't hit
Or a nigga I ain't fucking with
It's the villain

I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang from my side
You and I, it's do or die
We can roll till the wheels fall off
And let these mother fuckers know
They got to peel us off, gangsta

Please believe it
Please believe it
Please believe it