[Verse]
I got much love for the gangsters and the thugs
And all my little pretty bitches giving me hugs
Make it do what it do then I did what it does
The stereo was bumping, playing Was Not Was
But I'm ready for the world, but this ain't "Oh Sheila"
I stumble to my whip 'cause was drunk off the tequila
Man you don't want to see us getting dough like pizzerias
If that's the case, I got to burn your ass like gonorrhea
Be a man, take a stand, take your losses, ain't the plan
I'm connected with the bosses all across this fucking land
Grand slam, not the breakfast, a iced-out necklace
And get your head chopped off in Detroit for being reckless
Like what they done to me, these n***as hungry
Only fashion you'll see is Dickies or some Dungarees
Maybe army fatigues 'cause my city's under siege
By the CIA , the FBI and crooked police

[Outro]
I rock shows, I get hoes
Selling out my logo, I'm all pro
I rock shows, I get hoes
Selling out my logo, I'm all pro