Thought You Knew

Never gave a f**k and I still don't So save your lectures, I'm a gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherf**ker on the chain gang Yeah, I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I ever make your a*s rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin' Quick to pull the trigger, put your a*s in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin' Homies y'know I don't give a f**k, I was starvin' You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with d**k And have her sprung on this black a*s nigga Straight up out the gutter Have her stealin' from her daddy and her mother Sellin' rocks to the scandalous a*s clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that And I never gave a f**k about a stupid a*s hoodrat Bitches ridin' on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin' like a dream The circle's deep I thought you knew As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin' credit card schemes and cashin' hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin' up Keepin' motherf**kers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot You can find Billy Boy rollin' down your block Hittin' switches 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause that's my way And all the hoes still wanna f**k (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey a*s is comin' out on top L.A. hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot 'Cause I can't f**k without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna f**k a nigga like me But I won't be gettin back in the CPT Niggas tryin' to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a f**k First I warn you with my rhyme Then I'll f**k you with my 9 Don't give your please cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew The circle's deep I thought you knew I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk a*s holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock 'em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin' heels and doin' dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherf**kin' front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R E S P E C T C O O L I O G M to the A, A to the D A circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin' but a pistol that's f**kin' with a missile I chew your a*s like gristle 'til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherf**kin' pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke C O M P T O N Punk motherf**kers get two to the chin I don't give a f**k what'cha got or who you know Step to the madness, your a*s gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get this clear You don't wanna see my crew The circle's deep I thought you knew