[Intro: Bad Boy]
Stressful day and stressful nights
Yeah... It's big bad ass Clika gang
With the boss Frost
Just to put it down for the year 2 G's
Biotch... It's on

[Verse 1: Bad Boy]
Hoping to God to let me live for my kids (That's right)
I've seen enough, since Do Or Die (But now)
I realized to change directions through my Buddha high
Through my depressions, I'm asking questions, through the lessons
Hoping to get it on and hit the bong
We rest, it's ghetto Buddha blessing
Stressing, hoping to get out, see, fuck with coke, went to the pen
But then again, I see the reasons that we had to get it in
But now, we look for better friends at the better life I'm living in
Scene causes drama, but my mom, she says it makes us better men
So let it in, we use mistakes to take us to a better place
Cause life's a blast, keep it on safety
Cause it's better safe wasting your life
Letting it drain, just hoping for the rain
There is no way in life you'll get happiness
Not without the pain and it's a shame but then it came
I heard someone say "Even though things was hard
I was giving a blessing from God, destined to be a star"
I'm hard when tested, bulletproof vested
No need when blessed, homie protected
I'm loco when I'm stressing
[Hook: Bad Boy]
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(You think they don't know)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(True, sho')
I'm riding smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(They don't care about what's going on in the hood)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(To breathe)

[Verse 2: Frost]
For ten years now, I been in the game
Still suckers out there, trying to shame my name
Cock back the revolver out the game
Up in this bitch for financial gain, shit
Tell me that money don't grow on trees
It does when you break it down to pounds of ki's
D's and V's, hoes and G's
And a man conecta, overseas
So do that shit, put in work
Me and the Clika doing dirt
Bitch made hoes off showing skirts
Left for dead with their feelings hurt
Motherfuckers out there, look to top the game
A shit, when it lit, but it ain't no thang
Together, locotes, they love to bang
Little nuts can't compare to the ones, that hang
So little G's learn, what the O.G.'s teach you
Whatever you do, don't let the cold G's reach you
Stay strapped with the gat in your lap
In the 'Llac, cause they motherfuckers out to beat you
The money, the power, the pussy for us
Jealousy, greed, next man's lust
The reason I'm a (???) cuete can't rust
Is I don't know when I'm a have to bust
With no one to turn and no one trust
I stay strapped with my, bulletproof vest
Thinking that they tryin gto put me to rest
Hit me hard, between the chest
But I got a, little kid to look after
And if I die, then my child'll be a bastard
[Hook: Bad Boy]
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(You think they don't know)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(True, sho')
I'm riding smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(They don't care about what's going on in the hood)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(To breathe)

[Verse 3: Romero]
We willing in dealing and chilling like villains
And thugging and lugging and constantly clubbing
We mobbing and robbing and slanging the chronic
My shit is the bombest when it make you vomit
So take you a strong hit
Roll it or toke it, I'll loan you a bong hit
I'll hold it the longest
Till I'm black and I'm blue, and I look like a zombie
Back the fuck off in Resident Evil
My lyrics'll teach you, we crazy ass people
We don't give a fuck, my presence is eagle
To anyone rapping, we tossing it up
No avoiding the stress, the boys doing gecko
They learning they lesson, they taking the pressure
The reason I'm rapping, to bring you the message
My wrong and my rights, can't live with regrets
Compulsion, a threat, two blunts when the tears fall, buried
Homies are pouring out beer
So light a fat leño and howl at the moon
We getting fucked up till the day of the doom
From the womb to the tomb, from Burke to Cali
From Vegas to Dallas, the north and south alley
If my dad was alive, then I know he'd be proud of me
Hauling the rats, with this lyrical slaughter me
Those who forgotten me, never be part of me
Step out the nuts and just back the fuck off
The big baddest Clika and Mr. Bigg Frost
I'll walk till I rot and I'll die for the cause
I lived as a bastard, I'll blast if I have to
A thug with a passion, with manic depression
Lord, could you please, just send me a blessing
I'm down on my knees and I'm sort of like stressing
[Hook: Bad Boy]
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(You think they don't know)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(True, sho')
I'm riding smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(They don't care about what's going on in the hood)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(To breathe)

[Verse 4: Ese Brown]
Attacking the bitch with a mack in a back
In a mob lab, I'm out to macking 'em up
With a gun, bub, motherfucker, trust me
Respect the name, before we test your name
And gangbang on your motherfucking homies
A homie once told me, "Never trust a hoe
Cause that bitch is a motherfucking phony"
Got to put it down for the homies
In the low-low's with the .44's, drinking 40's
And all the shaved heads know me, O.G.'s
To the young ones with the guns
Bucking, smoking something, fussing
Everyday hustling, to them busters
Lyrical gang bangs we floss on 'em
Hit 'em in the body with a bomb on 'em
Mad dawg ain't fin to run up on the bomb
And let the twelve gauge do the talking
You walkin ga thin line, do or die, riding high
Throwing up a sign when you riding by
These motherfuckers must be ready to die
With that chrome .45 to the side
And this life is a God damn shame
But the game, it still remains the same
And some of your daddies, they gangbanged in the 80's
Coming through the same thangs
To moving them thangs, regardless of pain
Been out for the fame, monetary gain
Through the car and rain, we maintain
And quick to take aim to blow out your fucking brains
Anybody's insane, when needed, pavement's bleeding
Facing our enemies weeded, the nine millimeter, you need me
To sent you to sin, days that we living in, so I'm smoked out
Stressing

[Hook: Bad Boy]
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(You think they don't know)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(True, sho')
I'm riding smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(They don't care about what's going on in the hood)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(To breathe)

I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(You think they don't know)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(True, sho')
I'm riding smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(They don't care about what's going on in the hood)
I'm riding, smoking on some weed
Sipping on the bottle, I'm happy just to breathe
(To breathe)

[Bad Boy]
Don't need no more stress in my life (Stress in my life...)