[Intro: G" LEN]
(On Figueroa) x2
Ahhh shit
Get my black ass up, see what's crackin' fo' today
[Verse 1: G" LEN]
Woke up one mornin', stretchin' and yawnin'
Staggered to the shower, hopped in for half a hour
Jumped out, can't be tacky, threw on my fresh khakis
Grabbed my yaya, my yayo, the G's about to bail
As I steps to the AM, jumped in my BM
Swooped the AMB and bumped it to my homie G-M-O-N-T
(What's up dog) We did the gangsta shake, connected L's
We both had straps, plus I had some extra shells
In the B-M W-E-S-T S-I-D-E
W-O-O, yeah nigga
As we bails out the minimarket, I got a grip on my money
My homie G-Mont who wooped some chips and a honey
Done, now it's time to shake the sp-izz-ot
Jumped in the 9-5 and sheemed out the l-izz-ot
Straight to my hood with no fuckin' hesitation
What's my location? (On Figueroa)
[Chorus] x4
(The woop woop turf's located) (On Figueroa)
I'm on Figue-fucking-roa
[Verse 2: G" LEN]
Now I'm on my block, kickin' back with my cliq
Westside, woop woop, we straight luna-tics
Real niggas, not phony
If you don't know me, don't bail upon me tryna act like tha homie, nigga
Cause you might get banked and um.. shanked and ganked and erra..
Gangsta stomped and dumped (and dumped)
We make eyes cry, YG's in the cut
Waitin' for a wise guy to try a driveby
I'm in the front, and sure he's dead, get my serve on
So the ounce, time to bounce, get my swerve on
Cause tonight somebody's panties is droppin'
My homegirl Tray is throwin' a party and it's gon' be poppin'
So I put up the beamer and juiced up my '66
So I can ball to tha party and pump me a bitch
It's on, it's crackin', so you know I'm a show
Let me tell you where I fucked the gal (On Figueroa)
[Chorus] x4
(The woop woop turf's located) (On Figueroa)
I'm on Figue-fucking-roa
[Interlude]
Ey, y'all niggas goin' to the party?
Ah yeah man, I already got my gear
Nigga I finna get any bottle of that
[Verse 3: G" LEN]
I fell to the party, ten o'clock was the hour
Drunk as fuck and I'm sportin' Eddie Bower
Hoes swangin' off the G" Len, D-Sex and G-Nut in the cut
Gettin' toe off gin
G-Red is G'd up, smokin' weed up with Mack
Bitches on my nuts, as I bail to the back, staggerin'
Cause I'm drunk but my eyes is wide
'Til my homie Lynch from the 6 jacked me to the side
Took my black ass to another fuckin' world
I was coughin' like a muthafucka, damn near ?
Off that skunk that he had, I thought it was chronic
But he called that shit crucial, that shit was bionic
I was on standstill, the crucial put me on pause
But it didn't stop shit, cause hoes was still on my balls
So I took me a fine bitch home for the night
Jumped in my '66 and made a right (On Figueroa)
[Chorus] x4
(The woop woop turf's located) (On Figueroa)
I'm on Figue-fucking-roa
On Figa Fuckin’ Roa was written by G” Len (rapper).
On Figa Fuckin’ Roa was produced by G” Len (rapper).