(feat. Young Merc) Ha ha Young Merc, D.O., Let's go! [Chorus] Take a ride wit us (We dem boyz) Benz's and them trucks (You ain't gotta hate) Who wanna
hoes that don't understand it, f**k you KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh [Big Flake] Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
You Think You Kno Me (Officer Ricky ) Nigga You Dont Kno Me (Officer Ricky) (50 ayo C-O) (Verse 1) I put a razor through your face Put a nine on my waist
' face Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K I am runnin' in yo' place it is I Yes Ace Mister H-Double O-D Mister get you when you sleep
Whassup? Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life Word up, yeah, fuck
the pack 'cause they made me like that If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G O D ,TY Nitty and Twin And
Big Ben Klingon After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on Keep it ghetto and let 'em know B Y O B from the get go I'd like to propose
with two He got balls, well, I'ma tell his moms he died playin' pool 'Cuz he was in too deep, so I cracked him over the table like G O D Dumped his body
from Compton, the hub city, I brought some thugs with me, that'll set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly, drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff
there's no one else we could afford to bring on Keep it ghetto And let 'em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go [ahem] I'd like to propose a toast To the grossest
Big Ben Klingon After him there's no one else we could afford to bring on ... Keep it ghetto And let 'em know, B.Y.O.B. from the get go [*ahem*] I'd like
whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah
? Who'd clean the bogs and sweep the floors? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my
the bank account Who'd ya pack ya things and get up and bounce These the type of things that I be thinking about To all my other fellas "you got to understand
the pack 'cause they made me like that If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D,Ty Nitty and Twin And
in your face, until you feel the b-b-base from this k-k-k-k-kay, I am runnin in yo place, it is I yes ace, mr h double o d, mr get you when you sleep
