A to the K - Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000

You heard it on the radio you see it on the TV show

A to the K? ... A to the motherfuckin' Z

(B-Real)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (to the what?)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K

One, life had begun for the ruffneck

Kid who was gonna put niggaz in check

EIGHTEEN, G, for the green

OBSCENE, and it's for the time being

I'm pickin nine, hell I'm out to get mine

And pick two homies, three com-bine

Next thing you know, jump in the six-fo'

Get out, cock the hammer, then kick down the do'

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

(Sen Dog)

Couple niggaz from the Eastside, headed EastBOUND

Lookin for a pound, to haul around town

Here comes a clown, I gotta hold my ground

Hear the slug comin, when it come you fall down

BUCKDOWN, dead sound, that's what you found

That's what you get when you fuck the BROWN

DOG, Sen is comin, to the mound

La Vida from Cypress, rips your compound

Shit gets deep, eight niggaz on the ground

What do you know? What - go ah-round come around!

Six for the pig, and his punk hound

Hail to the king pig, or you get CROWNED

Or better yet, I'll roll you up like a fat J

(B-Real)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K

It's gonna be on. it's gonna be on.

(It's gonna be on. GOIN ON!)

It's gonna be on. it's gonna be on.

(It's gonna be on. GOIN ON!)

It's gonna be on. it's gonna be on.

(It's gonna be on. GOIN ON!)

(B-Real)

Gimme that WEED fool and all your loot too

I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew

Loaded and cocked for any hardrock

If you're takin my weed, I'm takin over your spot

Keep your face down as I take your pound

Don't let me see nobody get up, just hug the ground

(STAY STILL) And don't make a sound

As I get out the door, headed Eastbound

But, why did the fool try to act brave? (act brave)

Clip from the nine equals six to the grave

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (motherfuckin K?!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A to the motherfuckin K (A to the K!)

A to the motherfuckin K homeboy

A TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN K