[Intro]
What my nigga Banks say? Oh boy
[Verse 1: Casual]
Camouflage through that thick cloud of indo smoke and full metal
Mellow but way ghetto
Gotta run it through they moms and pops, yelling "I heard the King thriller"
Now I wanna be a killa, now I wanna be a drug dealer
Thugged out, let the blood spiller
Can't get in with the hustle so I take it in a tussle
This Westside nigga got muscle and guns
We buck em for crumbs and tuck em and run
Everybody big body, iced up and high roller
I still knock a hoe in a 84 Corolla
Blowin' doja, I get a hoe in for a soldier
And catch it all on twenty four, exposure out
Casual treat a bitch like I don't need a bitch
Nigga handcuff a hoe, he the bitch
The Mac Miller, stack scrilla like crack dealer, but never that killa
This game's for the damn getter, when we throw in, it's mostly in
[Chorus]
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
[Verse 2: G-Stack]
Just a day in the life of a playa like that
I keeps my mind on my money and puts it down on the map
Hey, I was riding down the strip with your girl head in my lap
She know to keep it below when she be lounging a stack
I sugarcoat it for nobody, I don't drink or smoke
Plus what I spit, you can go on, I'm through selling dope
I spent six months minding my own
The other six months leaving y'alls alone
Little punk, I'm grown
E-S-O till I'm gone, 6-5 feel to the bone
Oh, you ain't know about The Delinquents, better listen to our songs
Dank Or Die's authentic, and if we said it, then we meant it
We ain't hidin', we always ridin' through the town collectin' spinach
We known for rippin' shows and always bumpin' hoes
So when you see a girl with me, be like "There she blows"
The girl so bad, I know it makes you mad
When she bounced out with G-Stack and em in that van
[Chorus]
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]
Master of my profession, first take, no second guessing
Mark over your head like a question, confession
Get you dealt with, section, the more shit
Interception, I'm falling off into the zone quick
With perfection, step in my section, you get hit
Harder than erection, no protection, affect chance
We check chins, sleeper hoe, neck dance
Put you in a deeper hole, situation nowhere
[Verse 4: King T]
You're subject to verbal abuse and physical trauma when we lock up
Talk shit in front of that bitch, you and that hoe gettin' socked up
Brass knuckles and bumper jacks be waitin' where you slumber at
I know you don't want none of that, that's that G shit
Nothing stops my bubbling, hustling dirt
Been at this since my early teens, now I'm up in my thirties
Who you think put behind none of them pimp ass lines
Just rank a 40 and check me out, playas ball of our minds
[Chorus]
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playas stack paper with hustlas and high rollers
Breaking off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers