Venice boardwalk, to watch the choppers of vFrom South Bay to Pasadena, yo we back on the sceneFrom 110, 10 405 to 5 my 9 to 5Makin' it live, some flash bulb when we arriveGot the city on lock, block for block, as we stomp throughPop crews shining like new cop shoesKeepin' a beat, we made itTop of Friday night brothas always stay fadedAnd been underrated for a long time nowSo take your black album, eat a pegYou can read it front page, people under the minimum wageYou freestyles are rockin'em stillHigh-profile like roof tiles on Echo Park HillNext step, payin' bills, stay dippin' like yolo MikeOn an LA night, chillin' out in the heights (right)So who can make it tight (we)First initial the (P)U-T-S Thes One and Double K just beRippin' up a track, on attack like a tyrantPullin' out the rhyme books, stack'em up, yo admire itFire it up, do the sissy strut down SternsEarning money for your liquor, sacks, blunts, and golden burgIt's a way of life and since you're living fat, be advisedP is back, stealin' old records and your friesBlack, guard your headphonesWe're internationally ownedFor salmon like bones on show microphonesBut before that's said we gotta make sure that everyone out there is readyAyo we back like the rearYour fear standing in front of you and your squadBreaking'em down the numbers insideOn the follow-up tip, making sure that it's freshFat bump in the tub, and yo whatever you slangYou know their names from the first one, if not, go and get itTwo letters makin' it better for the fools that with itAnd all the brothas with the funny haircuts, Get on the floorFemales, give out your address, we givin' you moreLike Rudy Ray, don't need no DJ, sucka I handle thatRhymes come in bundle packs to make you wanna humble the styleThe new America's mostWith the Triple K, your days are up, claimin' your coastI represent with a passionAnd punk I ain't askin, I'm tellin'Then after that I'm bailin'Cleaner than your pop's bowling ball collectionUp in your section like z's, straight off the tip philly GThat the homie rolled up, and that you get when I spitI suggest high steppin', choose a weapon and flipYou can run, you can run, but you niggas can't hideI'm peepin' you at all timesYou're album's like a show, dimesSo we put these together, made it potent in factBacked it up, as a five presented, made the streets live birdAnd what you get, get into sound that we hittin'(And yo your lady don't think) because it's armored like Brink'sAnd locked down like your uncle T-Bone, ya knowSo get ready, get ready, so we can start the showYeah we're tired of your fake underground soundYa firearm, Vinyl buying, punk crying over CasiosGet it re-wired so you can sample original breaksYou know that real funky shit, not them repressed fakesAyo the E field from saggin' will continue to be saggin'And baggin' on these sally Thes cut MC'sUntil they learn the lesson we kept, molded and brought backKeep the album, we out BlackAyo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mindYo you thought we comin' soft, man you lost your mindYou thought the P was comin' soft, lost your mindYou thought the P was comin' soft (nigga you lost your mind)
