[Chorus: Lil Weirdo]
Look it, I’m on the E way
On the phone with 2 homies
In the pen on a 3-way
In the game like E.A
He better watch what he say
Cause we’ll get up on his ass
And push down to TJ
Giving out game like a sensei
Yeah he cool but he couldn’t fuck with me on his best day
She gave me head for a head change
Knucklehead
Tell me go right I’m in the left lane

[Verse 1: Young Dopey]
Let me give you the definition of California
Crip, Blood, Southsider on every corner
Even norteños up in this bitch
Do it for the raza like kid frost first hit
We the west
I was blue chuck taylor’d steppin’
Run and hit the fence
Making sure the police don’t catch us
I was gone
Phone blown by baby mom
I was with my side bitch
Man I got too much sauce
Fucking little homies, tatted all in the face
What can I say?
Welcome to west side L.A. summertime
But I make it rain with my ruger .40
Shake it baby girl
I’ll dig that pussy out in the morning
When she suck me up she look me deep in my eyes
Tell her don’t fall in love, I am not that guy
It’s palm trees and sunny blue skies
Killa California where we live for the gang signs

[Chorus: Lil Weirdo]
Look it, I’m on the E way
On the phone with 2 homies
In the pen on a 3-way
In the game like E.A
He better watch what he say
Cause we’ll get up on his ass
And push down to TJ
Giving out game like a sensei
Yeah he cool but he couldn’t fuck with me on his best day
She gave me head for a head change
Knucklehead
Tell me go right I’m in the left lane
[Verse 2: Lil Weirdo]
Yo we taxing over here, fuck a fair price
And I’ll be on a bitch head like some hair lice
Out here thugging in these air nikes
Game’d up I can hit a new bitch like every night
Just re-upped on 2 peezies
And just shook my bitch it’s that season
And no new friends ain’t Houdini
Thinking of me I’m off the hizzy
Bitch we aiming at his beanie
Ay you see the drip
And my shooter by my shoulder
But he come off the hip
You see me knocking at his bitch
Yeah the Weirdo bandwagon
They jumping in like a Lyft

[Chorus: Lil Weirdo]
Look it, I’m on the E way
On the phone with 2 homies
In the pen on a 3-way
In the game like E.A
He better watch what he say
Cause we’ll get up on his ass
And push down to TJ
Giving out game like a sensei
Yeah he cool but he couldn’t fuck with me on his best day
She gave me head for a head change
Knucklehead
Tell me go right I’m in the left lane
[Verse 3: Mr. Criminal]
Listen, look, I’m on the freeway
Just a sick side rider
Puffing that loud
Repping the G way
Ain’t from the Lago
What did he say?
It’s Mr. Criminal, Lil Weirdo dog
Bet the haters hitting the replay
He’s killing the game
Thats what the streets say
6 figures and stacks
By flipping the packs off of what we play
From west side to S.D
If you solo don’t test me
I sleep with a TEC by my side
It’s the XD Los Angeles kings since 99
Like Wayne Gretzky on the pacific side
Probably find me on some jet skis
Please don’t run up and test me
I know it hurts
Thought it was church the way streets bless me