man through fuckin around you niggas keep on you gon be duckin some rounds i m rushin the mound bitch done hit me with a pitch he a snitch and he walk with a switch he in a band that sing for the cops him and his mans they cleanin up shop undercover concert promotor ricky schroder tryin to turn somebody over put that e t finger up you stoolie don t tattletale the number one ruley you the jumpers the boys the people slipped in the game sellin toys to people i avoid them people don t ask me shit the only law i break is in public grip my mouth zipped i plead the fifth and niggas like you get pushed off a cliff don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell i m on to you boy you used to be the man til i caught you in the courtroom sitting on the stand got to waving your hand and pointing your finger holding the mic like some type of rap singer i seen you you told and now you gotta live with it they gone get you and probably say diggs did it fuck you fuck who you kin to fuck what you going through and fuck what you been through consider this a warning to you cats out rapping the streets get ugly when a drought bout happen you rap niggas out here starving for fame better watch who you fuck with it s scarrin your name my young nigga locked up ball and chain and y all niggas acting like it s all in the game i hear niggas on the street wanna blast this bitch and when it happen don t ask me shit  don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell you can line em up and put twelve in a box and find out your boy is workin with the cops doin flip flops the rover rollin over the tootsie roller scared to do a quarter it s october and he can t be gone til november so he s givin up the gang every damn member everything he remember he s tellin he get out of jail free ain t no bailin he s no felon he s no misdemeanor he got a target melon and a e t finger nigga you the cleaners tryin to wash me quit peepin at my bimmer tryin to watch me don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i don t tell send me to jail don t ask me shit i won t tell send me to jail
['cali rap', 'gangster rap', 'hyphy', 'oakland hip hop', 'west coast rap', 'west coast trap']