text: Yeah-yeah
  I am the wrong nigga to cross and the first nigga to jam
  With the AK-cuatro siete over microphone in hand
  Goddamn, Generation uno, Dungeon Fam
  The lab is filled with potions of emotions out the ass
  I laugh when you think that you have seen the last
  But its only the beginnin, my nigga, dont be so fast
  Mash gas or slow it down to a screechin halt
  Impeach the President cause he dont think before he talk
  Iraq, goddamn, now he gunnin for Iran
  North Korea got that shit that make LA look like Japan
  Our land, nah man, more like the Caribbean
  Billy Ocean, bodies floatin, take a voyage to Atlantis
  Ill always come back to you 
  They sellin glass, lean blastin, machinery swing past
  Next stop, Bowling Green, bling flashin
  Glow my ass off, po-po, they try to harass
  My dough, ching cash, and I sit in my castle, bent
  You know the W that come from Dirty Bast
  Bird baths, love to stunt, we got burners with gas
  Fly past, buy NASA, caught up with the cash
  Why blast when you know we in your crib? Bypass
  I mastered , the treasurer of gettin ass
  Whip Aston, red pipe and leather, slick nasty
  Sassy , but at the same time raspy
  Plug me a thug, your mother eatin plaster
  Ill always come back to you 
  Styles will change, they say change is dang–
  Erous as a King standing on the terrace
  While his partner pointing up at the riflemen
  Coward shooter, never know when your life will end
  Then live like there aint no morrow
  And if one come, then this the motto
  Now I put message in bottle
  You go to the nearest beach and open your car door
  And walk to the place where the sea meets the land
  Yeah, its easier to run the street than walk in the sand
  Hey, Im talkin, young man, as if chalk in my hand
  I will take yall little ass to school
  Its cool when the kids call me Sunny, the hood calls me Stacks
  The Bs call me honey, Hollywood calls me back
  Crack and I have a lot in common
  We both come up in the 80s and we keep that bass pumpin
  Thats a negative comparison, embarrassin
  Unfortunate that if you come up fortunate
  The streets consider you lame
  Ha, I thought the name of the game was to have a better life
  I guess it aint, what a shame
  I dont slang, never slung, but Im one with the slum
  That has a name well fitting, plenty cheese getting
  No wonder why they call it the trap, so watch your tail
  And Im not kidding, the rats and mice would give advice
  They say, You can paint and draw, get out of here
  Go show em that were more than slangin raw
  Thats when I broke into my Big Rube impression
  And I tried to enlighten, but that night I learned a lesson
  That the morals that you think you got go out the window
  When all the other kids are fresh and they got new Nintendo Wiis
  And your child is down on her knees
  Praying hard up to God for a Whopper with cheese
  Do you B, hit the street hard with a flair?
  Or do you A, go to school for heatin and air?
  Dare make an honest livin or make a crooked killin
  Or do a bit of both until youre holdin on a million?
  Brilliant, you got one foot in, one foot out
  You put your left foot back in and then you shake it all about
  You do the hokey pokey til you turn your life around
  Thats what its all about, 3000 out
  Ill always come back to you