Doctor:That's it Mrs. JohnsonYou're doing good relaxPush. There you go pushMrs. Johnson: Oh shitDoctor: There you go Mrs. Johnson, relaxMrs. Johnson: Goddamn. That little motherfucker looks just like his daddy[Verse]West side of the mapEast side of the beachGrew up on ‘Pac and DBGRaised on noodles and EBTFood stamps can't buy shoes so I got it in the streetsLike I'm ‘possed toYoung mostaBut you don't want it from the shouldersI'll fuck you overAnd slide on you in that NovaAnd slump you overShells in the 50 cal size of canned sodasKnow I'm bad for early deaf in hearing way I'm livingScheming on the millionsDuck tape a nigga and his children if he the nigga with itOn the mission out to get itOne rule is by any meansX I prescribe for the lowThe hood Dr. KingBad bitches flock to meBecause they see this guap on heatSaid she likes the way I'm dressingSo she swallow poppy seedsNiggas see the way I'm grilling know I got the Glock on meTry a robbery, this shit gonna turn to homicideStreet commodity50k is up in my Cuban LinksThese niggas slept on meDickriding, they need a NuvaRingMy niggas stay with me, it's a problem my niggas shooting thingsDon't even play with me, if it ain't about money keep it moving GGrams in the APCsI'm serving fucking J-O-BYoung nigga been paper chasing since before I learned my A-B-C'sCrip niggas stay freeFuck two bad hoes a weekEven if you got lynched you niggas can't hang with me
