[Intro]
Yeah, what's up wit' you? Hello
Yeah, I got my man's and them on here with me on this one, baby, you know
You know we get stewie, dumb, every time, stewie
Dumb is how we come, Thizz music, Thizz is what it is
Rydah, Freako, check this out

[Verse]
Most of my brodies is ex-cons and parolees
Drink Heem and OD's
Roll twamps and gold D's
Get made from Goldie, 'cause Goldie the made man
Don't fuck with blade men
Go hard like cavemen
Ayy man, I don't think you understand though
I stalk the streets with a Colt Commando
A thug and a vandal, a walkin' scandal
Drink like ten fishes, smoke like candles
Pistol-grip handle on the riot 12 gauge
Keep the rollers off me and out the jail cage
Got a twelve-page letter from my folks in the rally's
He got caught up in a riot and they shipped him outta Cali
Beaumont, Texas; Leavenworth, Kansas
They got us spread out, I don't know where my mans is
But it's like this, I don't complain
'Cause I knew about the game when I hopped in the thang