I Still Got It

Hardwired for this shit, one-two, one-two

Holla at me

Yes sir, right back at your ass

I still got it Haha

Dave East, Big Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama

Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah

Legendary (Gangsta Grillz)

Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps

But the thing you know best is "Bought a TEC" is cap

'Cause you could get jacked on sight if you ain't precise

Figure-four fistfights, make the homies take flight

Flight, take off on you, like I ain't goin' to work today

Most of your favorite rappers pussy, I know it hurt to say

My mama told me hold my brother down, 'cause she was workin' late

My cousin turned Muslim the minute he beat that murder case

I've been all around the world and I've been doin' my thing-thing

Some say that I'm the reason while y'all gangbang

While you was in grade school, I'm takin' fades, fool

Crippin' is international, so now we gettin' paid, fool

They tryna rig the culture, you could say they vultures

You dead sauce, so why the fuck you reachin' for that holster?

Gangbangin' is a test, the stress'll give you an ulcer

Snatch that chain off your neck, don't care if that shit a choker

Cuz see Cripped out, why you so seasick?

Cold on a ho, I leave that bitch anemic (cold)

Me and Dave East, nigga, that's what we wit'

Harlem thirties with that LBC shit

People what we get, avoidin' the preset

I'm hard as the cement, we robbed him for three bricks

Avoid niggas that every time they call me, they need shit

I'm Billy D smooth, blue flag and DG Crip

Ricky Ross, Frank Lucas, bumpin' your Tucky Williams

All of 'em had the crown, but none of 'em took it with 'em

So it's our job to do what they couldn't do

Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two

So if you're lookin' for some real G's

Let me show you where my niggas at (Where my niggas at?)

And if you're lookin' for the bubble gum (Yessir)

Holler at me (holler at me), I'll holler back

Shooter told me he gotta clap if he catch it

Balenciagas on, all-black, lookin' like Sketchers

We ain't in the foreign, but she never seen a Tesla

Mama did my laundry, fam, my .40 in my dresser

Niggas said they gon' DP me, I shot the fade

Now I'm gettin' head, I'm special ed, I got it made

This hot grave got me in LA, like 'Wop wave

I found out that crime pays, your shit is not John Blaze on

Hustle like Ricky Ross, molotov holocaust

I'ma get one off and then go and see the boss

You's a bitch they play with like toys

Get your drawers slapped off you, like the lil' homie Fatboy do niggas

We group niggas, then we shoot niggas

HMC, DPG, Kurupt and Snoop, nigga

I repped my set, now I just do it in the booth, nigga

From the dirt, I be with smurfs, we all in blue, nigga

So if you're lookin' for some real G's

Let me show you where my niggas at (Where my niggas at?)

And if you're lookin' for the bubble gum (Yessir)

Holler at me (holler at me), I'll holler back

Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two

Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta Grillz) Yes sir

Ayy, Drama, haha, I told you, nigga (Mr. Thanksgiving)

Still sound like Snoopy (I don't know what they thought, D-O-dub)

Shit, nigga, I still got it