[Intro: Jooba Loc]
When we hop out on these n***as we ain't finna play with these little n***as cuz
On crip we finna dark shit, get gone cuh

[Hook: Jooba Loc]
N***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out

[Verse 1: Jooba Loc]
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up
And get straight to the bullshit
Pop a 745 with a full clip
The only gun you ever have was a duce six
And every time I'm up in traffic, I'm with two crips
Long Beach, my city full of all crips
Shoot a n***a in his mouth and watch his jaw rip
I'm a savage, I be on my murder all tip
Kobe Bryant, I be on my tryna ball shit
Hit gun, cash on 'em on my mall shit
I was in the county, like really tryna maul shit
The west side eatin' soup, banging bread crip
Squabble up then hit the store, buying big chips
Fresh out the county blues, to the newest truce
Fresh out, silver change to the goldest jewels
Fresh out them county shoes to Versace shoes
Beat a n***a up and I got blood on my Versace shoes
[Hook: Jooba Loc]
N***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out

[Verse 2: Jooba Loc]
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up
Fuck a casket, don't test us
I be on Atlantic turnt up with the extras
I used to be broke but I turned into a flexor
But these streets got me stuck, I got my blower on my dresser
I done really caught a body ask somebody if your neck work
Job a-lookin' for me, that's the shit that make your head hurt
N***a, you better do your research, we the reason that you got rest in peace shirts

[Hook: Jooba Loc]
N***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out

[Verse 3: YG]
Treetown poppin', that's the hood bitch
The floor hot, we ain't the ones to fuck with
Eight hunnid for the pistol with the good grip
I ain't a rap n***a, I be on some bullshit
Come through, catch you slippin, call the homie phone
The n***as talking cold, that's how you know what's up
Hit the gutter talk, we don't do Obama phone
When YG's in the hood, they get they Osama on
N***a double back, drop him off, do the stuff
Heard them shots pop like, that's my n***a, blood
Fuck it, after Tupac hit him up, if we ain't have to pop it, fuck it, have to get him up
I'm a Bompton piru with two T's first
Most hated, most dangerous, that's how the trees work
If it's lookin' Mickey, n***a squeeze first
'Cause I can't see my n***as on a RIP shirt
[Hook: Jooba Loc]
N***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And if we see an enemy, you gettin socked out
'Cause n***a we gon' pull up, hop out
And we gonna shoot a man if we don't see no cops out

[Outro]
Crosstalking, shots fired, skrt away