[Intro: Big Kahuna OG]
Liberation, liberate the whole shit (Yeah)
The 716, nigga
From the trenches of Richmond, nigga
To the back of the carter, nigga
(Save everybody)
Fuckin' Hollywood, nigga
Get with it or get the fuck
Uh
[Verse 1: Big Kahuna OG]
When you start acting funny, I get hilarious
I was on the beat, now I'm on a ho
Whisper when I sleep, tryna hypnotize me out some dough
But a nigga exist since the outlier, went class punchin' outside it
Heard your fake ass love lying
When I left her alone, she got a tat of a dovе cryin'
This another gem I dropped, fragmеnt from a blood diamond
You could recognize the bop strictly off the first encounter
Built a catalogue off her
Smokin' shit to the gristle in the back of the carter when you was still playing possum
I need a P just to cuddle with
Seen me with it, then you [?] that's just pretend, I can tell
[Verse 2: Fly Anakin]
My nigga scraping off the top, sealed like Fort Knox
Teal color on the drop, fill run it to the block
Still summers, it's a lot, you was fumbling the pot
Nigga humble 'til he not, it was ugly in the spot, what you thought it was?
Takin' in some bag, fuck a buzz
We ain't order love, throw them up
Gold trenches in my hood, fuck the victim, it's the drugs [?] wasn't bugged, that was literal enough
Niggas shitting, why you cuss, it was lonely where you dancing at
Stuck in between a line of fire, handing off the pack
Through the wire, it's a given, I'ma hand you that
Racks in the middle I can gift you, nigga, handle that
[Verse 3: Quelle Chris]
Shit [?] doochie smell like coochie, don't it (Smell like coochie, don't it)
The butters Luch is crumbled up like blue cheese on 'em (Woah)
I pulled up but [?] like Mookie on 'em
My [?] yelling out "Boosie, ho" (Boosie, ho)
Too many blacks bury, like me like a 2G phone (Like a 2G phone)
It's Biggie with the cool G on (Cool G on)
Cooling out, it's meditated with coogi on
Your whole establishment get dookied on
It's the Mutant play, cousin lay the rubies on 'em (Lay the rubies on 'em)
Don't get buried to the game, shit'll do you wrong
Am I wrong? (Am I wrong?)
Hands on 'em like bongo
I just need a couple grams of that strong though, then a fronto
Squad like Giatto, Meion de Ondo
Chill like [?]
Master the universe like He-Man and Orko
Champagne gang look out when the cork go
[Verse 4: Henny L.O.]
In the top percent, I parted some niggas since they went opposite
My chopper dish it fierce, we mashing, you gotta attach the stench
Propositions sent, convince me and try to counter this
Never heard of making no shy money, that's common sense
In part, I completely seen the thought from a far side
You know it's other fish, but the scales is the dark side
I was raised [?] evasive schemes
Never getting back all the time, we gettin' rocked to sleep
Really it's the trap for prison to get your work for cheap
Really felt assured, we was free with no certainty
But I'm not Shariff, I'm really documentin'
All my guys [?] place them in a tough position, take 'em from they case and forced to miss 'em
Letters disintegrated, no visits
But I learn from my Gs to stand on business
