[Intro]
Shhh
Damn!
Ayo (yo)
Woo (yo yo)
I'ma get right into this shit (get into it)
Yo yo yo yo
[Hook]
Damn!
It's like a light through you
I see right through you (i see through you!)
But every thing goin smoothn
Summertime coolin' (it was summer)
You know the feds gripped Taz, he got nine shooters (that's my youngin!)
Rest in peace KE, he a die shootin' (real shit!)
When you play my shit it's like jazz music (what you mean, Lo?)
You feel it in your heart but you 'ont dance to it (okay!)
Smirk on his face, I tell that pussy lose it (he strapped, Lo, he strapped!)
Gun on his waist, well tell that pussy use it (oh, he strapped?)
Gettin' money was the goal, you know the daily usual (you know!)
And stay away from these niggas, they a daily news you (they a kill you!)
They was sleepin' on Lo until I Freddie Krueg'd you (in you dreams!)
Oh, they thought I was laying low
I came back and fooled you (swim with sharks!)
[Verse 1]
Bird shit, how I'm droppin'
Bird view, how I'm watchin'
Oldhead is on his shit like Hopkins (it's Lo!)
You killin' ova hoes, it's so many options (it's so many!)
I drop a gem or two but I ain't go conscious (naw)
She listen and suck dick then we go shoppin' (get what you want!)
She butt naked in the pool and told me, "Hop in!" (she told me, "hop in!")
I'm from the gutta side, this the other side (this the other side!)
They killed my youngin, we was gunnin'
Now we up 5 (now we up!)
Fan asked me for a pic, I tried to look alive (c'mon!)
But it's in my eyes, it can't be disguised (pain!)
Yea it's Dark Lo, the crook
Don't look surprised (you look surprised!)
Aim it right between his eyes
You should pray to God (bla-bla-blaow!)
[Hook]
Damn!
It's like a light through you
I see right through you (i see through you!)
But every thing goin smoothn
Summertime coolin' (it was summer)
You know the feds gripped Taz, he got nine shooters (that's my youngin!)
Rest in peace KE, he a die shootin' (real shit!)
When you play my shit, it's like jazz music (what you mean, Lo?)
You feel it in your heart but you 'ont dance to it (okay)
Smirk on his face, I tell that pussy lose it (he strapped, Lo, he strapped!)
Gun on his waist, well tell that pussy use it (oh, he strapped?)
Gettin' money was the goal, you know the daily usual (you know!)
And stay away from these niggas, they a daily news you (they a kill you!)
They was sleepin' on Lo until I Freddie Krueg'd you (in you dreams!)
Oh, they thought I was laying low
I came back and fooled you
