You Know Me
(专辑: Revenge Of The Barracuda - 2011)
[Intro/Chorus: Uncle Chucc aka Charles Hamilton] I
roll my good up, in my Khakis Throw my hood up Keep it O.G. You know it man I
got the
hood with me, I
got the
hood with me Fuck these bitches, get this money, got my bang out Keep it on me, you know it man I
got the
hood with me, I
got the
hood with me [Verse 1: W.C.] Dub-Cuda, Lick Hitter, get robbing over here Were the
Headbangers like the
Hit Squad All Chrome with the
raw flow, shake up the
audience Like Mike Vick walking in the
Dog Show Like giraffe dicks standing tall over y'all Hanging with killers like suspenders on overalls Cracking bottles, swinging and aiming hollows With niggaz in solitary confinement to the
game Macho Clack clock, nigga keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me y'all, I'm in the
zone like a
zip lock Stay G'd up, out to get my green up Blue Chevy paint, bagging money like a
Brink Truck Guaranteed at least, slanging sticks like Shina E
Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys Feel the
breeze, Dub retired, Nicky please On the
110 with my dickies to my knees [Chorus: Uncle Chucc aka Charles Hamilton] [Verse 2: Young Maylay] Breath of fresh air, yes yes, it's Maylay nigga Big Swing, and I
came with the
Connect Gang members And uhh.. it ain't bright if we ain't light They ain't shit nigga, he ain't tight You got it fucked up It's all or nothing, be brawling and busting Til they put me in the
coffin of the
car and I'm cuffed in And to my next opponent, don't even rest a
moment I'm so West! (Hell Yes!) with no extras on it L.A. Dodgers, AK Choppers And the
kids hit the
graves way before they mamas (That's a
shame!) So I
get the
hat, yeah, you can bet ya that Capital CA man; and check the
Tat Recognized by the
realist niggaz, give it up Whether they be Crip or Blood, and the
one the
women love Angelino for sheezo Respected by niggaz that run from green coats and don't testify [Chorus: Uncle Chucc aka Charles Hamilton] [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Now I'm an old nigga on the
Porch, way too big It's a
shame how this nigga, influenced them kids Got them out there hustling, and doing their shit And he don't do shit but sit and scratch on his dick And it's not good that the
hood is under a
spell It's wonder why this nigga, ain't under the
jail Why they treat this motherfucker like the
wizard of Oz Cause I
know what's happening like Re-run and Rog I'm a
captain, yep the
head nigga in charge Pull Air Force One, up out the
garage I'm the
Grand Puba, You're part of lodge You mortals better pay, respect to the
Gods You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore Now you can sell more, You still Al Gore Nigga I'm the
president, you're just a
resident In my Gangster world, and you're late with the
fucking rent! [Chorus: Uncle Chucc aka Charles Hamilton] [Ice Cube overlapping the
above Chorus:] Pay your tithe nigga!