Husalah
Terrorist In Da City
[Intro: Husalah]
Yeah, yeah, n***a
Turn the Zapp up
Cilantro, let's do it my n***a, let's ride out man
You feel me, that's all we doin' man
The mini baby

[Verse 1: Husalah]
Jelly belly, lime green with the red top
That's lime and Coca-cola, '73 Caprice drop
Stupid knock, dumb knock, chip whose to shot
Disney land, Ferris wheels, dumb mollywhop
Pull up slowly, and all the boppers on me
Then I ride off fastin' and I start to yogi
Everything seem fun in my '71
I pushed the petal in every whip that Chevy done
From the '77 to the '79 Brandy Whine
To the '88 Monte S-Sloppy fresh
I mean overdoin' custom shit, stupid nasty
I got work for doin' a half a mill passing
He cut me loose, every stainless steering wheel is fancy
"Do you mind if I take a digital for my wife Nancy?"
Then the top came down and I dipped off
The whole time I had the mini and a brick of soft
Oh, you love the whip, man
Mollywhop, man
Four on six music, man
Yeah, 2007, BITCH
[Hook: The Jacka]
There it is and I see your Deen
There it is and I see your Deen
These n***as mad 'cause I might nab they ho
These n***as mad 'cause we pullin' up on 4's
Real n***as love this song
I know 'cause every ill whip got it on
That n***a Hus is gone
But he'll be back, so it's a must we carry on

[Verse 2: B-Luv]
I live up to the name
I really ride Tonka, tuck your chick
Before she see me, 'cause I might walk up
It's B-Luv, I put my T in the air
You look stupid in the dictionary, my n***as is there
We dumb, we here, cuddie, we really don't care
Hundred Thizz n***as with us, we ain't goin' no where
Bet a gig on your wig, stop traffic on the freeway
We retarded, don't listen to what you say
My rims is twenty-six, they older than me
Got no option but to do it big, my cuddie lookin' over me
Your chick all over me, but I don't chase hoes
I come through, Tonka Boy, I'm already chose
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
That's ridiculous
That's what they say when me and young Hus slide through
We don't give a shit, n***a, 'cause we some damn fools
[Verse 3: The Jacka]
The world cold
You need our help
Guns, Dope & Religion leanin' on a delt
The paint drip and I'm sippin' on a four of lean
I got my hoes doin' shit you ain't ever seen
I let the whole album slam, boy, that shit clean
So don't remove the king
It was straight
I'm tryna' get high and drunk though I'm feelin' great
I make millions, boy, I don't do real estate
I'm from the realest state
B-Luv & Hus sittin' up like Tonka trucks
I'm in space, bring me down 'soon as we touch
I come back with a sound that's ill as fuck
I know 'cause real n***as give it up
When they see they say "you ill, n***a, keep it up"
I keep in touch with the n***as I got love for
Them n***as thugs though
Tonka Boyz, we covered in Willy Wonka boy
(N***a, you know what I'm sayin')

[Hook: The Jacka]
There it is and I see your Deen
There it is and I see your Deen
These n***as mad 'cause I might nab they ho
These n***as mad 'cause we pullin' up on 4's
Real n***as love this song
I know 'cause every ill whip got it on
That n***a Hus is gone
But he'll be back, so it's a must we carry on
[Outro: The Jacka]
Check it out n***a
It's the mothafuckin' Jack boy
You know what I'm sayin'
My niggs though
Tonka Boyz mayne, B-Luv & the Hus boy
You know what I'm sayin'
You n***as, you n***as 5'8, 5'9 n***a
You needa bring a trampoline or a lil laddar or somethin' to get in the whip with us boy
Yeah, 'cause we sittin' way up bitch