OC 2 SGV lyrics

[Intro: Drexthejoint]
Uh
b*tch, it's the gangland
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Drexthejoint]
Yeah, I'm screamin' free the shooters
Still bounce out and aim at your medulla
Yeah, I rap a lil' bit, still posted up, don't let it fool you
Yeah, I'm slidin' on the fake ones, tryna kill 'em with this Ruger
Quick to shoot sh*t, I'm tryna chip a n*gga like like the Ku Klux
Flip another Big Mac, my n*ggas been did that
We on Garnsey, I'm tryna put him on a sh*t-bag
Slick steady cryin' over hoes, can't get his b*tch back
Oh, you say you did what? We been did that
I'm a joint up in your section, n*gga, you ain't did enough
We got y'all n*ggas pressured up, y'all n*ggas cliquin' up
How y'all n*ggas feel some type of way, but y'all ain't speakin' up?
This sh*t regular to a n*gga, I do this sh*t for fun
ABCDEF, yeah, b*tch, I'm from the Jay
Same n*ggas that's dissin', that be the ones that ran away
Y'all n*ggas sittin' courtsidе, ain't really tryna play
Y'all had that b*tch on chokehold, I'm the typе to give her space
Ho-ass n*gga, I'm Mr. Ain't sh*t
Used to beat the coochie up, I'm quick to go and lane switch
Still up in the hood, could give a f*ck if I was famous
Fly-ass n*gga, I'm on the block rockin' some Maisons
[Verse 2: Rowdy Racks]
Ayy, Rowdy Racks the rapper lookin' dapper
Macked your b*tch and then I give her back after
Uh, you are her man? I'm her master
She tell me that she love me and I respond with laughter
Check it out, you's a mark, I'm a factor
Don't nobody f*ck with you like a bad actor
Your b*tch clownin' and you ain't even gonna slap her
I'm the type to crack her and put her on the tractor
I laugh at her, you get mad at her
Reach your hand way back and take a crack at her
Pull out a gun and clap at her
Crazy as a Mad Hatter
She a throwback, my dad had her
n*gga, you and that b*tch ain't sh*t
You can't get none of this, I'm from Ridge Gang, b*tch
b*tch, my hood is crazy on some insane sh*t
Blast you in your head and ask you where your brains went
Enemies diss, but they ain't sayin' sh*t
Load up the chop, b*tch, Rowdy Rack sprayin' sh*t
I came to bring the pain, on the gang
Load up this hundred-round clip and let it rain, b*tch