Burner On My Lap

[Intro]

—My hood

DJ Skee, Westside exclusive

Yeah

Slauson boy

Ayy, check me out, look

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]

I got my burner on my lap, homies in the back

I'm smokin' weed 'til my lips turn black

Now we pressin' through your turf and finna put in work, huh

We squeeze triggers 'til the triggers don't work

Click, extra clip for the Johnny, just in case they give a homie, homicide never for me

You get chip, yeah, nigga, that's a promise, if we can't get you today the homies get you tomorrow (What up, Nipsey?)

[Verse 1: [?]]

Homies in the hood keep dealin'

Did you hit a lick? Did you pass? What you sellin'?

Who you finna chip, we go to math, let's go get it

Next thing, I know they said the homies was snitchin', but goddamn

Mama said, "Never let your right hand see your left hands playin'

Your right hand might be workin' good to white men"

Damn, make a nigga think it's kind of hard for me to think, but, uh

I done seen niggas, that's what the bitch switch up

Killers on the streets catchin' cases, turn snitches (Damn)

So really as it is, homie, I'm my own nigga

I don't fuck with you niggas

Man, fuck y'all niggas

I got burners on my lap, I bust y'all niggas

And smash off in the lack with the North store in it (Yeah)

Yeah, nigga, it's fuck y'all niggas

I got burners on my lap and I bust y'all niggas

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]

I got my burner on my lap, homies in the back

I'm smokin' weed 'til my lips turn black

Now we pressin' through your turf and finna put in work, huh

We squeeze triggers 'til the triggers don't work

Click, extra clip for the Johnny, just in case they give a homie, homicide never for me

You get chip, yeah, nigga, that's a promise, if we can't get you today the homies get you tomorrow (Ayy, look)

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

Niggas talkin' 'bout they block, [?]

And I was right here with white squares like dominos, huh

I run the spot like Nina at the quarter

C.R.A.S.H. cops think they smart, we know that we smarter (Huh)

I bust up from a regal to a robber

Then I'm one about a ten, couple pounds 'cross the water

And when I came back, this bitch says she have my daughter

Had to smack the punk-ho just for crackin' out of order (Huh)

Niggas can't hold water, so my gun hold sloth

And when they mouth get to lickin', I don't show no love

I don't talk to police, I don't talk to the judge

And be them loud-mouth-niggas, I was talkin' 'bout [?]

I seen it all in the Crenshaw district

Niggas stuck at they line and 63rd got twisted

Niggas that couldn't fight, that thunder domes got issues

Beat up and proofed, homie, in back of the school, homie (Yeah)