[Intro]
Yeah
Original
Slauson
Cuzzy Capone
You are now welcome to the thunder dome, n***a
Ayy, fresh out the oven

[Verse 1]
It's Hell round here, my block is bakin'
Young cuz sittin' on the curb with Satan
Kush by the bricks, real cash I'm makin'
Dreadlock wig lookin' like a Jamaican
Real hood n***a here stunin' with the Cartiers
Hundred hoes thank Jesus Christ 'cause he brought 'em here
Lotta n***as say a lot of shit but I never cared
Death knockin' all the time, young cuz never there
Haagen-Dazs CL stunin' with the cat mouth
Mandalay Bay, cheddar boy with the cash out
Livin' life like I'm walkin' on my last route
Waitin' on this bitch to pop a pill and then pass out
Whole baller suite, hoe frontin' with her ass out
Playin' with the Crip like I won't blow her back out
Cuz Holiday, put her to bed and lash out
I-15, headed back to the crackhouse
[Chorus]
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)

[Verse 2]
Young cuz, Slauson, Hyde Park, cocked mine
In the land where they walk up or drive-by
Leave n***as laid out we pop guys
You don't want to squabble with n***a's arms like Popeyes
You ain't heartfelt you ain't passionate like my guys
Shed a tear drop fifty bricks on a fly buy
Come back get Saddle Ranch off of my ties
Get shot, keep banging, really live nine lives
I'm in the cut, chrome desi with the grind eyes
Sitting in the spot counting money tryna buy time
Praying to the Lord 'till it's my time
So when my box close young Cuz still shine
Until the cops close, sell a n***a coke lines
I believe in the drugs I even got dope rhymes
My flow kill on some trench coat columbine
Crenshaw, holla 'bout the kid, he ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)

[Verse 3]
Since [?] cornbread I ain't never trust feds
Grab heat, bust first, so yo ass dead
Killa Cal, where every bitch got the best head
Wear the wrong colour have you sleeping on your death bed
Nowadays n***as dance they don't rep sets
It all go back to what Big Peek and Slept said
'Grind hard, never worry what the next did
Suck it up tough love this is where the best bled'
Lil' [?] in the hood is a landmark
The 'K blast n***as duck walking the Jam rock
Where n***as sit up in the bush with they hand cocked
Starving for the green y'all n***as is hand hawks
You can hear the real heavy metal when the guns rock
I threw a show in front of your n***a's crack spots
Act like a broad and you can get a back shot
Real life movie shit minus the backdrops
[Chorus]
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Slow down, baby)
You killin' 'em Cuzzy (Yeah, slow down, baby)