up high now People gonna talk, people gonna hate us People gonna talk and ooh People gonna be people and I tell you people they just gotta talk Ooh
she says stop lying Seriously, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr POW Okay people, we're talking
spot shit pop like rockets Head straight to the bar so I get my drink on Pound that shit quick and order another one People taking pictures of D-Loc the dog Bitches taking off their tops
[Intro] Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like Y'all from San Francisco right? Nah G we show alot of love But in the state of California from Humboldt
hurts me Disgust me, everybody's thugs, gangstas, and p-i-m-ps We all irregular people, peace [Chorus] [Shyheim] 2000 box, New York 'ocks, a box of tops
