[Intro: Rondoe]
Yeah this that hood ish-u
[?] to the next
You know what I mean?
Got neighborhood Nipsey Hussle with me
Yeah, what's up, cuz?
Shout out to [?]
What's up with it?
I got RD on this thing
Yeah Killa City [?]
[?] up
From Slausin to the 50
We the hardest out right now
This for the block, man

[Chorus: Ron Ron]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]

[Verse 1: Rondoe]
I come fresh from the black top, stacking up change
Kan City hustler, with California game
Really doing my thing, you should already know
I left the key in the ignition, so tell me when to go (Okay)
This way of life is really not an option
I'm a baby out the 80's, with a body fulla toxins
Odds were against me, yeah, so I ain't chasing no more suckers
Just money, you want me, come get me
Yeah, what up, Nipsey?
Handle my business, Slausin to the 50
I'm so hood, you must admit, this white T is still crispy
If hood is raw, well then I'm no good
Standing on this property, playing it like Monopoly
We staying ready for handling anomosity
I'm standing on this property, playing it like Monopoly
Staying ready for handling anomosity
On mommas
[Chorus: Ron Ron]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I got too many enomies for you to ask why
My city is a war zone, and it's two sides
So where I come from, n***as murder to survive
Look my purpose is to rise, above you fake fagget motherfuckers I despise
745, when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly
Smoke is in the sky, why, ask why
My Glock provide hollo tips for the homicide
My block alive, Frankenstein
I'm a problem child
Somebody tell 'em cracked melons make mama's cry
Smack 11 crack selling, check my Slauson style
Stay fly, 'cause I ain't focused on falling down
I'm balling out, so all my ex bitches calling now
I fuck 'em, clown 'em, kick 'em out and make a song about it
You talking 'bout that drama, boy, I'm all about it
Me and my pistol press the issue, leave the squad up out it
[Chorus: Ron Ron]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]
[?] we on the curb, drinking [?]
No suckas around us, [?]
White T, white [?]
[?]