Alizé (Single Version)

Rappers ain't s**t in the 90's I don't trust 'em

And b***hes on my dick but they ain't s**t so motherf**k 'em

I'm in my six four

Got it jumping like it's nothin'

Somebody tried to jump me tried to play me for a sucka

A pistol to my head got a pistol in the glove

I ripped that b***h out and let that mothafucka bust

Got a kevlar vest right under the shirt

Creeping with that heater

Don't you get that a*s murked

Bringing the wikkity sounds it's that west coast thugster

Lyrically serving crack to these south side hustlers

The north side murderers

The east side slangers

The west coast bangers

And these mothafuckin' rvidxrs

Bringing it all the way back

It's the return of the mack

Mac-10 clips ready to bang on attack

Alizé sipping rolling blunts in the 'lac

Sitting sideways bustas don't know how to act

But b***h you already know that

I got that g-funk

Try and press your luck and meet

That purp up in the trunk

Never hesitate to lay a busta on his back

So if you talking trash meet that f**king compact