[Intro]
Dis type of shit happens every day
All dem I'm under mourn for people pon stay
But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray
None of them have the guts to pull out and spray
(Young Chop on the beat)

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh)
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
I'm that Ferragamo Hussein, Tom Cruisin', Rock Of Ages
Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm Jewish (Yeah)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nowadays's, n***as been at round tables talkin' all that heinous language (Yeah)
Plutonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head, Balenciaga yarmulke (Yeah)
Fifteen when I carried loads of them Ozium's
And them bag of nicks, I mean, groceries
I mean, daddy knows ain't no controllin' me (Yeah, ye-yeah)
My bad, look Scotty might sag
She give me head before the ass and never let no n***a smash
No puffin', no pass (Yeah)
We breakin' if we can get half, thank you for makin' it last (Ye-yeah)
Get everything that you got
Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace, n***as I lost
[Chorus]
I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh)
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh God, this shit too cold for the mink, Ye
Bang, bang, bang, my n***as ain't tamed
Might buried your ass in that Sphinx, mane (Yeah)
Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain (Yeah)
Let my ding-a-lang hang (Ye-yeah)
I'm a southside n***a where the 'caine reign (Ye-yeah)
We runnin', summers, we runnin', spring and fall, joggin' be nothing
Winter, they cuffin', cuffin' them up as they lovin'
The same month as my n***as stuffin' (Yeah)
Ridin' through, rockin', Shaka Zulu (Yeah)
Block Crip or whole family blue; bloody, yeah, su-woo
Ain't you supposed to preach what you practice?
Put a rubber on if you stabbin'
Get baptized if you baptist, but ain't it evil to live backwards (Yeah)
Holy Ghost, hold on
Chakalu blakalu los: that's tongue for you n***as who lost

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah), to my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper (Uh, uh)
Yeah, that's my flocka (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)