I knew you niggaz would be back   See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?   Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man      Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit   That's what you get   That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get   I got that raw, I got that, uh      Twenty-fo' seven   (Holla @ your boy)   What you need baby?   Come on with it, come on with it   (Holla @ your boy)      I got it all day, in the hallway   (Holla @ your boy)   Sick of that blow up   (Holla @ your boy)      That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz   Come and see me for that real O.G.   He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki   Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]      Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it   It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it   What you need, what you need   Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed      Treat it just like weed   Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend   I'm a hustler, you a customer   Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya      Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'   Others are dyin', some of 'em victims   When you come from South Central LA   That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache      If you want it raw, now   Make the call now, look me up, nigga   (Holla @ your boy)      Fiendin' for that good shit   Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby   (Holla @ your boy)      I got it all day   In the hallway on Broadway   (Holla @ your boy)      Sick of that blow up   Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home   (Holla @ your boy)      Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me   Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me   'Cause I'm far from ugly   Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me      They say "Dopeman, dopeman   I got your money don't turn into Konnan"   Don't wanna see the G-hand   I am the man from here to Cleveland      Don't get mad, I get even   Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'   Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin'   Somebody best to call the deacon      Any dose is a overdose   Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose   And if you don't wanna listen   My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums      If you want it raw, now   Make the call now, look me up, nigga   (Holla @ your boy)      Fiendin' for that good shit   Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby   (Holla @ your boy)      I got it all day   In the hallway on Broadway   (Holla @ your boy)      Sick of that blow up   Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home   (Holla @ your boy)      Holla, yeah   But don't two-way a nigga   Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript      Dumb bitch   (I'll holla)   Don't two-way a nigga man   (I'll holla)   Damn      If you want it raw, now   Make the call now, look me up, nigga   (Holla @ your boy)      Fiendin' for that good shit   Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby   (Holla @ your boy)      I got it all day   In the hallway on Broadway   (Holla @ your boy)      Sick of that blow up   Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home   (Holla @ your boy)      Twenty years   I've been servin' you fiends   For twenty years   (Holla @ your boy)      Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?   (Holla @ your boy)   That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?   (Holla @ your boy)      You need to get at me   You know I got it and I know you want it   (Holla @ your boy)o      Come on, Cube, let me rap on here   I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up