Songtekst:
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
Roll up and get swoll up
Hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp
check
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkdified batch
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map
Tupac is on the big screen strivin
Gotta love a nigga for survivin
I wear alot of old schools jewels
Look how the fools ?? Ooohh
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer
But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas
Turnin men to suckas
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas
They wanna throw their hands up Thats tight
Hit em wit my eight Never had shit left, right
Then hit em wit the uppercut Duck quick
Shit outta luck Fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G
Glock cocked and then they kill me
I'm representin'
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called
Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube
House of Pain: fuck these ? ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas
Digital Underground: my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click
Mmmm ???, Richie Rich
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava
DJ Ditch for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know
I'm strictly representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja
Daddy was a soulja
Strong in the struggle
Must contend so it's on
Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas
Mad motha fuckas
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas
Now they know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel out Catch a cop's tail
Rock shells hit Raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it
It's for the gifted Pump your fist if you wit it
Here's your ticket to see Mr Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna maime me
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja
Bang bang boogy it's stick up
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up
Roll up and get swoll up
Hold up
How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut?
I ain't came a long way to get checked
So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp
check
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkdified batch
Like that!!
Oakland's on the map
Tupac is on the big screen strivin
Gotta love a nigga for survivin
I wear alot of old schools jewels
Look how the fools ?? Ooohh
Stop lookin at me hard cuz your buffer
But I'll just buck then bigger motha fuckas
Turnin men to suckas
Niggas wanna start a little ruckus
Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas
They wanna throw their hands up Thats tight
Hit em wit my eight Never had shit left, right
Then hit em wit the uppercut Duck quick
Shit outta luck Fucked and stuck with that rough shit
Fuck a pop song, fuck video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio
Do you hear me though?
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen
And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's
I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G
Glock cocked and then they kill me
I'm representin'
Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one
Mary J Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son
Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah
Too Short, Tony Toni Tone,
And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called
Quest,
and
Jungle Brothas Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube
House of Pain: fuck these ? ass white dudes
Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas
Digital Underground: my real niggas
Raw Fusion, all in house confusion
Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man
TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface
Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass
Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, the Click
Mmmm ???, Richie Rich
Young Guns in the house pumpin the flava
DJ Ditch for their behavior
Off the head, my freestyle flow
Just a couple of motha fuckas that I know
I'm strictly representin
1 motha fucka, 2 motha fucka, 3 motha fuckas,
Damn, who did I forget?
I'm a soulja
Daddy was a soulja
Strong in the struggle
Must contend so it's on
Raised in a house full of bad motha fuckas
Mad motha fuckas
Never had so we grab from the stacked motha fuckas
Now they know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's
Ah shit!
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel out Catch a cop's tail
Rock shells hit Raise a fist so they know to make a hit
Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it
To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it
It's for the gifted Pump your fist if you wit it
Here's your ticket to see Mr Wicked rip shit
Now they wanna maime me
(Told ya)
All I wanted to be was a soulja
Bang bang boogy it's stick up
Quit now nigga, eat a dick up
