Guess who's back

Mommy we're home

Say hello to my little friends

D j mugs so what's in sight brazil

Everybody put your hands on my eyes and see

Everywhere we go

People know we roll deep as far before fifty

Some moments ain't no one when evil was fifty

Twenty o b there won't be no hoe in us

They pop shit like they gonna do shit

But no one does a new york down to text

Back up to los angeles

We change the way we move

So man up if you can't adjust you may end up

Getting washed by too many to handle us

It's funny i guess money

Those habits advantage us

And it isn't that

We just think that we can't be touched

It's not like we just feeling ourselves that

Much just little some one ever does

Put us in the clutch

We just know that

You ain't gonna be the one who's gonna do it

First of all your p**y and everybody can see

That you f**k around

Get caught in the spot

That you shouldn't be at

You got no business being

And we ain't even gonna be in it

No one's gonna hear nothing

No one's gonna see the shit

And they'll be in and about it

Them boys is about about it

And the noise will catch a clouds

Be drowned out by the crowd

And you'll be laying on the ground

Getting trampled by people dance

Until the club closes and clears out and

That's when they see you flatting

Nobody saw it happen

All cause your jaws are flapping

And you couldn't stop capping

And took it past rapping

It ain't about the music no more

It's about trying to show off

And it feels like any minute

And obama's about to go on

Shit's about to change

We ain't playing no games

We ain't marching neither a day

We ain't saying no names

Shit just ain't the same the case

Getting sprayed

Hip hop is in a state of nine one one

It ain't about hip hop

Cause those days are gone

Ain't about trying to rip shop

To get props no more

So i try not to get popped

And get dropped to the floor

Cause hip hop is in a state of nine one one

Step off my holster

Cause shit is getting serious

So all these drugs you be f**g with

Make you delirious

Thinking you coming with heat your son

I'm curious

Just how long are you gonna hate us

And judge us

And curious

Some people can never fade us

To make us so furious

Us mistake us for fakers

Homie we greater but glorious

We live it for real

And others just making the stories up

Illusions are broken

So live it up you corny f**s

If you take a f**g minute

To think about what you've done

When you still against the gangster

Who living top by the gun

Kinda hot one spraying you bitches

Till there was none

I'm like a rolling stone homie

I got you under my thumb

You silly little bitches