On tha Solo

[Intro]:
((?), that's all I'm sayin', you feel me?)
- Hey, (shit, nigga, come here), hey, what up, cuz? Haha! What up, cuh, ahahaha!
- Wassup, nigga?
- Hey, cuz, what up, cuh? Hey, hey, cuz!
- Yeah
- Wassup, nigga?
- What up? Hey, what up, cuh? Cu-riip! Ahh, get outta here, man, with yo mark-ass
- Man, you see that shit?
- Open up the goddamn window, man
- What's going on?
- Shut the fuck up, Blood! Y'all niggas ready to die today?

Now wait a minuuuute! Yeah! Lil' Hawk Red Ridin' Hood (woop, woop!), nigga, you don't stop, ready to get out this nigga, huh? (Get fucked up), it's that gangbangin' shit, fool, (woop!), haha, nigga, I ain't from Africa, I'm from Crenshaw Mafia's, nigga

[Verse 1]:
Go against me if you want it, shame on you
Real nigga get it in, I'm from California
You can take a ride through the bity, I'm from the 'Wood
It don't stop, it's gon' pop, just like it should
I keep a bitch that be swangin' off the gangbang
Where I'm from, the Bloods is the main thang
G'd up, banged out in my cherry suede
And for the haters, you know a nigga keep a thang
That's how we do it in the Bottoms, it ain't nothin'
They threw a bag where I'm checkin', a lotta niggas frontin'
Now everybody wanna woop, like they all official
I ain't hatin', I'm just sayin' haters out the pistol
I give a fuck about the bristle, or the mods
Nowadays they be puttin' on anybody
And that's a mothafuckin' no though
Yeah, I run with the gang but I do it on the solo

[Chorus]:
- What set you from?
- (?), Crenshaw Mafia, mothafuckas
- (?)?
- My style!
- (?)!
- I ain't from Africa, I'm from Crenshaw Mafia!
- (?), Crenshaw Mafia x3, mothafuckas

[Verse 2]:
Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm true to this
Hit the streets with this shit and make the whole world woop to this
You can say I'm in the zone, I'mma about to mash
I never check for a bitch, I'm ready to get the cash
I ain't impressed with yo' breast or yo' big booty
Go and slide me the bread, baby, you a shoody
Too many suckas as it is, rookies on the pussy
I beat the mothafucka up just like a school bully
They never got this back in traffic, they on the boulevard
Strap on my lap for the niggas that be lookin' hard
You never know, when you might, have to spit a round
I run into them other niggas and it's goin' down
I'm on point, on the block just somebody died
Scary-ass niggas talkin' shit, runnin' to the cops
And that's a mothafuckin' no though
Yeah I run with the gang but I do it on the solo

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]:
These mothafuckin' women brazy, that's on the B
She fell in love with a nigga, now she mad at me
I used to tell her just to bick it but she wouldn't listen
I guess it's also other bitches used to have me trippin'
I kept my eyes on the prize, just looked straight ahead
Caught up in this gang life, nigga wear the color red
Put a cap in a nigga if he got twisted
The ambulance and the medicals? paid a visit
You wanna know my background? It's real play
From Woolworth Elementary, that's on the game
I went to Google Lil' Red, Pooch, Jamal and me
Young Mafia, sandboxin', y'all in
Lil' Hawk, I'm a rida, yeah, I'm trippin'
I fuck this nigga afterlife with his bitch sleepin'
And that's a mothafuckin' no though
Yeah I run with the gang but I do it on the solo

[Chorus]