I'll Holla Back

Hardwired for this shit, one-two, one-two
Holla at me
Yes sir, right back at your ass
I still got it Haha
Dave East, Big Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary (Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought a TEC" is cap
'Cause you could get jacked on sight if you ain't precise
Figure-four fistfights, make the homies take flight
Flight, take off on you, like I ain't goin' to work today
Most of your favorite rappers pussy, I know it hurt to say
My mama told me hold my brother down, 'cause she was workin' late
My cousin turned Muslim the minute he beat that murder case
I've been all around the world and I've been doin' my thing-thing
Some say that I'm the reason while y'all gangbang
While you was in grade school, I'm takin' fades, fool
Crippin' is international, so now we gettin' paid, fool
They tryna rig the culture, you could say they vultures
You dead sauce, so why the fuck you reachin' for that holster?
Gangbangin' is a test, the stress'll give you an ulcer
Snatch that chain off your neck, don't care if that shit a choker
Cuz see Cripped out, why you so seasick?
Cold on a ho, I leave that bitch anemic (cold)
Me and Dave East, nigga, that's what we wit'
Harlem thirties with that LBC shit
People what we get, avoidin' the preset
I'm hard as the cement, we robbed him for three bricks
Avoid niggas that every time they call me, they need shit
I'm Billy D smooth, blue flag and DG Crip
Ricky Ross, Frank Lucas, bumpin' your Tucky Williams
All of 'em had the crown, but none of 'em took it with 'em
So it's our job to do what they couldn't do
Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
So if you're lookin' for some real G's
Let me show you where my niggas at (Where my niggas at?)
And if you're lookin' for the bubble gum (Yessir)
Holler at me (holler at me), I'll holler back
Shooter told me he gotta clap if he catch it
Balenciagas on, all-black, lookin' like Sketchers
We ain't in the foreign, but she never seen a Tesla
Mama did my laundry, fam, my .40 in my dresser
Niggas said they gon' DP me, I shot the fade
Now I'm gettin' head, I'm special ed, I got it made
This hot grave got me in LA, like 'Wop wave
I found out that crime pays, your shit is not John Blaze on
Hustle like Ricky Ross, molotov holocaust
I'ma get one off and then go and see the boss
You's a bitch they play with like toys
Get your drawers slapped off you, like the lil' homie Fatboy do niggas
We group niggas, then we shoot niggas
HMC, DPG, Kurupt and Snoop, nigga
I repped my set, now I just do it in the booth, nigga
From the dirt, I be with smurfs, we all in blue, nigga
So if you're lookin' for some real G's
Let me show you where my niggas at (Where my niggas at?)
And if you're lookin' for the bubble gum (Yessir)
Holler at me (holler at me), I'll holler back
Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta Grillz) Yes sir
Ayy, Drama, haha, I told you, nigga (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Still sound like Snoopy (I don't know what they thought, D-O-dub)
Shit, nigga, I still got it