{"It's Gangsta Grillz you bastards!"} {"Gangsta Grizzill!!"} Watch this {"Gangsta..."}
Hey yo ain't nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees And y'all comin short like the sleeves on the tees The money long here like a weave to your knees So I don't just stunt man, I leave with the breeze And I don't just front man, I back it up I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up I breeze through, bullshit, I sees through with the snub nosed three-eight, bullets just squeeze through Chah, and he's through, just like autumn When niggaz slip and they fall, guess who caught 'em? Fuck it! Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em Next year Gucci shoe, yeah I sport 'em (yeah I sport 'em!) And I would tell you where I bought 'em But they ain't from here and they might be {?} So fall back like the seats in the back Niggaz late, take your seats in the back, church
You heard what my boy said Ain't nuttin changed but the leaves on the trees That's right he on a money run Loso you lappin these niggaz
And ain't nuttin up but the top on the Coupe The pockets are fat man that's guap' with a scoop Got Three Little Women like a pop singin group I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop They on my joint, that's how I roll up with the paper Under the wing niggaz just fold up like the paper You gon' make me put you in a headline And your girl gon' help me come up with a hair line The suck game while I'm drivin is a fool She know it's head first like she divin in a pool Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Bitch blow whistle like she had a ref's throat Foul! And that's so flagrant Aim at your neck and I spray that fragrance I'm wear the chrome like cologne Smell me? Nothin you can tell me - gone!
Ain't nuthin you can tell this nigga Loso man What you gon' tell this nigga man? This nigga know what he doin man Young niggaz just fall back out here man All y'all niggaz - you, you, you Tap him on his shoulder, you! All y'all niggaz fall back It's ours, Loso is here
