the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block Jump from gee
cars, yachts 'n pools Basketball courts that's made for high schools Backyard full of dogs, got a pawn full of fish But a bad girl, I think that's all that's missin' from
the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell
Hey, hey, hey, hey Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain The landlord living inside my head I paid my rent till the
this song I been a pawn and I been a king And I been down since the beckoning I try to look beyond the sight of sound And the lights come from the underground
We play the game for keeps and if you slipped I guess you sleep You showed no fuckin' now your ass is six feet deep 'Cuz where I come from yo everybody
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself In the dark, trying to get me some help I went from pawn to king, king back to pawn Doing my best to try
check from her little job like, "Nigga, you can have that" You had belief in me, or would you beef with me? Is the good life the only thing you needed from
days Hey, hey, hey [Verse 2] When I fall off, and the drought hits And it knocks me, out new outfits And the charm you got gotta hit the pawn shop
Put your back to my face No love to give but I want to And get on my high horse babe Let me pawn your heart Doesn't have to be a real thing I'd settle
in line to see the show tonight And there's a light on, heavy glow By the way, I tried to say, I'd be there Waiting for Black Jack, Dope Dick Pawn Shop
's the chaos that we grow from Opened a cold one, build with warriors that hold gun For the same prize, our souls run From they window, they see no sun
Fuckin' Bitch Backslapper And not forgetting The One Finger Ringer So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off From
the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed? The mist from the blunts smoke decides who's next on me list, Can you feel the hiss from the snake movin'
who these cats think they is, takin they biz That's roun here, yo dog don't even go there This is ours, we built this from the ground on up Now it's
Yeah! that's how we do it in oaktown, baby... $hort dog's on the microphone... Straight from the east side... I'm a player, bitch, oakland style They
joke, uh, tryin' my best to hang on And if I don't, I'll be a failure And I'll tell ya, I ain't with that, so forget that I get the 9 from the pawn shop