[Intro: Slim 400]
Play opp
DJ
Suck it clique
Bitch, you now what it is
Ya know what I mean?
Let that n***a live both his fuckin' lives
No lie

[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Okay
It's easy to stay ignant, send bullets through your pigment
Double 'round the block, make sure the job finished
Racks on your head like a n***a playin' tennis
Steve Urkel ass n***a, we ain't fuckin' wit'cha image
Emulatin' the culture, we the best that done did it
Nerd ass n***a like Jackie goin' swimmin'
Slim 400 from the start to the finish
West side capitols, ain't no room for no gimmicks
I be really in that Bompton, city where them G's at
Slime with that tootie, play wit' me, I squeeze that
Better have your pass 'fore I bust, you gon' need that
West to the East, we goin' up, we want feedback
And your bitch missin' a heart, she on a lie from the start
She a IG model, she fuck me in her n***a car
I'm in the Wraith Benz, no fake friends with an army [?]
And when they thinkin' of West coast, they thinkin' of that n***a Slim
400
[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I got all kinda spots
N***as shot me, they got my partners hot
No feelings, we cold killin', see what'cho momma got
Home invasion, blue strips, you know I'm chasin'
The homie on parole, I just got off probation
Legend and I'm still alive
Ask me where I'm from, I throw this shit up in your face
And two thumbs up, middle fingers to the opposition
Couldn't describe my vision, I ain't have a pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out
Blue flaggin', rollin' out
Call my n***a Slim, I'm in LA wit' a hunnid out
Gucci to the shoe strings, we gangbangin', fuck a mood swing
From the dirt, n***a, wit'cho boo me
I done made a million writin' on the Loose Leaf
Blue shirt, blue sneaks, Glock kicked back like Bruce Lee
Might kill a homie, he just ran off with a hunnid pack
Face shot his momma, can't stomach that, ain't no comin' back
[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you

[Verse 3: The Game]
Nerd n***a, never sold a bird n***a
Never got your boxers dirty handcuffed on the curb n***a
Fuck twelve, fuck the cops, fuck the po-po
I hot the main line solo
What's brackin'?
Six-five, two fifty, n***a, what's happenin'?
We could start a prison riot, put that shit on All-Madden
I'm like the ghost of Pac, the Dame of rock
Twelve five, I ain't forgot, yeah
I put them thangs in the Buick like a window shield
Why you textin'? I done been through it
I don't trust no hoe, I don't trust no n***a
Ask me what time it is, I just might pull the trigger
Pour some liquor for my n***as in the sky, Blood
Do it Big like I been Ready To Die, blood
Kill me? It's gon' be black genocide, blood
Pull the roots out your family tree on the P, what?
[Chorus]
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
I don't feel sorry for you, we don't feel sorry for you
Polished chicken on the neck, that's imaginary
You don't come out the house, you was born scary
Nerd n***a
Put on at the library
We don't feel sorry for you, I don't feel sorry for you