(Verse 1: Jay Worthy)
Yeah N***a
Girbaud jeans and twenty sacks, old n***as in Kangol hats
Cocaine like Anglo Sax, big homies who never rat
? we in the back, the deuce is where we at
Yeah I'm just stating facts, them hoes like little black
? play the track, in hopes to make a brack
Play oldies and let them slap, out Lincolns and Cadillacs
Breath sticking like Cognac, while sipping a 40 back
Hit Dav from cataracts, tell ’em that I need a half
Brought 40, that's from the lac, like n***a I do the math
That's 80 and tell ’em cash, help move 'em, we do it fast
Pussy n***as won't last, ? we in the land Los Skan
N***as'll do you for a band

(Chorus: Blue Magic)
Step right up, hurry, hurry, before the show begins, my friends
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend

(Verse 2: Conway the Machine)
Yeah, ? of fifty sacks, young killas in Raiders hats
My shooter just played it back, he waiting to spray his Mac
That bitch just made me a sack, I blow it she made it back
I'm eating n***a, you ain't even seeing my table scrap
Believe me I'm stating facts, I be where the Lakers at
Court side I'm at the Staples on TV smelling like Pat Ha Ha Ha
May Street that’s where I be, that could easily be Iraq
Choppers ringing young n***as will squeeze at you for a stack
Push the Royce truck, before that we drove Rovers
Conway, Jay Worthy, the hoes chose us Ah
The bezel on the Roll rose ? froza, soul controller
Standing over the stove whipping O’s up Talk to 'em
N***a shot at me, he ain’t have no luckYou N***as miss huh
I doubled back, that pussy n***a got his dome struck Boom Boom Boom
Roscoes on Pico eating Obama special
My momma told me that I was special, n***a, I'm special n***a
Yeah, bitch, I said I'm special, hoe
(Chorus: Blue Magic)
Step right up, hurry, hurry, before the show begins, my friends
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me