yeah you know what it is it s your boy big jas once again homie with another motherfucking heater thats right its that g shit baby take a look into my mothafucken life homie shiii i spit real scripts like a priest on sunday cedar block homie and my turfs a one way and one day im gonna hit that run way and on twenty eights plus i got that gunplay that sk for a hater runnin up pop the fucken trunk and i spray em just like a skunk shattered dreams when im punchin ya spleen street marine on the scene assassin em clean fresh fit jas with a fresh fade new shoes chipped tooth from the hard yay the all nighter homie pass the lighter all sick just call me micheal myers or jack nicholson cus you know i get the gat and pack it in my pendleton sore losers so i play to win hate defeat no retreat ese blast on in westcoastin kush smokin pockets swollen gangsters rollin ill put the hurtin on em and get to squirting on em its so real in the field when we plottin on em westcoastin kush smokin pockets swollen gangsters rollin bitches on it homies on it l a c a dog gone it and all you hoes know im stickin to the g code i stay started like 2pac when the heat blows i stay focused like kobe from the free throw and if she wanna play games you let the slut go dont get it twisted bitches we with the business candy paint drippin off lows bumpin the realness i m talking real shit make you wanna kill shit gettin dome d up with a blunt its called the shiznit so smooth but yet im so grimey im so hood but yet im so shiney thats why they lovin it thats why shes rubbin dick because youll catch me in the zone with a broken brick you know whats up mister jas coleone i throw it up to the los its my home so get it good get it right pack it up in a fucken pipe take a hit hold it in break em off on sight  westcoastin kush smokin pockets swollen gangsters rollin ill put the hurtin on em and get to squirting on em its so real in the field when we plottin on em westcoastin kush smokin pockets swollen gangsters rollin bitches on it homies on it l a c a dog gone it from the city of fiends and dope smokers bonefide criminal minds and deep throwners dimes lay on there back i grip shoulders comin through time after time so move over i use soda homie to cook quotas break back to basics baby to bake bolders my steez colder jasper that east soldier all in my zone and trust me that heats on ya still ride for my team so so fresh and im crispy and clean two glock seventeens certified g with the blood of a king never sleep on a dream cuz these l a streets they be dangerous they runnin up who could i trust ready to be down to bust bust up in a gift from god to spit this shit so tight how could i stop gang bangin when it feels so right 1