rick rock horns

, i need mine, quick fast in a hurry, pronto, sucker run up and get a three-piece combo, northern california, from the slums of the v, where a dopefiend'll kill ya for a balloon of khadafi, i'm on a special sauce right now, i'm oiled up, i'm turnt, drankin, blankin, weeded, burnt, bumpin my favorite rapper, go by the name of e-4-o, he was sayin shit 20 years ago y'all niggas just now though, it's over they head like a flying saucer, some of these suckers lost, never had close encounters with the streets or the cops, my watch and my batteries, my rims and my tyres, my regulator, starter and my amplifier, old school sidin on them though, memphis mojo, adio, hoe, woofers, tweeters, horns, slaps, hookers, heaters, warrants, traps, i ain't gettin fed up tryin get this bread up, ain't nobody fuckin with me, come from vallejo, pimps pushin tail, triple beam scales got keys, i know fools bark 'bout what they got, but i'm really feedin these streets, drug, smack, meth, pills, trees, show me what you need, i just got off the phone with my pimp partner, he pimp hoes, say he don't want no black girls, he want some pink toes, some pink toes? yeah, some white girls, mayne, they easy to manipulate, persuade and play with they fuckin brain, i said, "man you a fool, why you do like that?", he was like, "feezy you know i'm about them dollars, mayne, i'm a mack", i gotta admit, ever since i known him he kept a bad batch, a stable of hoes, kinda like those in a pocket full of snacks, man, we some bay boys, till we dead and gone, we like to talk slick and sly like the family stone, little one-dollarnaires with big dreams in our eyes, waitin for things to mature, waitin for things to materialize, i know some niggas that been shot in the head - and lived, i know some niggas that been shot in the leg - and died, i know some folks, they got they top split like a bagel, for snitchin and rollin over and tellin on folks like, i was born to sell, never snitch and tell, i keep stackin my cheese, got folks up in jail, hell with no bail, the judge threw away them keys, now i know fools bark 'bout what they got, but i'm really feedin these streets, chip phones, laptops, bootleg dvd's, just tell me what you need, gotta go pick up my folks from the greyhound station, he 33, said he ain't had pussy since pussy had he, he went in when he was a baby, fresh out of tehachapi, started off in juvy, ended up in the penitentiary, solid to the core, solidified, y'all, say, "40 they love you, mayne, your name good behind them walls", i said, "'preciate it, felly, i'm just tryina play my part, stick to the rules and regulations the way that i was taught", california raised a pit, not a or a chihuahua, might do it or might send it, bust your head like a pinada, if you start it i'ma end it, i got the money and the power, it's paid for, not rented, same color as clam chowder, i got my right hand on my chest like i pledge allegiance, tweekin and trippin on how fast my heart is beatin, sour diesel chokin and smokin and blowin and puffin all day, my son, loved one, i'm loaded like a shotgun, got goons on the corner, all through california, you know 40 water runs deep, half desperation, half determination, hustlin is made of these, now i know fools bark 'bout what they got, but i'm really up in these streets, spit real game - take heed, just tell us what you need