Lyrics
Quick when I go
Fat 6ix in my drawers
West Coast represent, South side be the ghost
I'm a murderer, killa, psycho lunatic
A.k.a. young neighborhood drug dealer, for real-a
I don't give a fuck, motherfuck the crash
I'm banging 6ix 'till my mothafuckin' coffin crash
'Till the dirt, I go beserk
I'm a
Ruger got these motherfuckers shakin' in they skirts
Man 6ix be the name, don't get put to shame
'92 be the year and we droppin' lames
Caught you slippin' on your blind side
Got you layin' on your bad side
Back to the SET, infliction got you wrecked
I'm a motherfuckin' lunatic, Mac on my hip
My OG told me, "Never cop a plea."
Keep my mouth shut, they ain't got nothin' on me
I was born to bang, I was born to slang
I just got the thing with the cherry paint
Smokin' Mary Jane to ease the pain
Got the numbers changed so I'm erasin' lames