Head Bust Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Turf Talk & E-40] Turf Talk! E-Feezy! Goldie! [Chorus: Goldie] Ain't my youngins on the block got them things that pop (Got them things that pop) Except my turf, they all know they don't play on the block (They don't play on the block) We just fight over dice, came back, who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?) We checked up, we throw up, smoke all your pot, nigga what?! This is head (Head), bust (Bust), shit (Shit), what? (What?) Lay it (Lay it), busted (Busted), up, quick, what? (What?) Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what? (What?) Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what? (What?) [Verse 1: Goldie] I'm a motherfuckin' beast from the North Cal' streets Takin' fools my attitude, niggas know how I eat I bleed the block, barefoot, no socks and shoes on my feet And small shockers who do stylin', 100-degree heat Okay, now wait a minute, things want me to get gangsta with it I'ma bring some AKs up in it, grenades up in it First he has to drink AIDS up in it Smash-mouth my niggas playin' keys Pray on the weed, savin' the heat Know down, not deep as around here 'less I say so Comprende? (Capeesh?) Hot like firecrackers and J-Lo's twat We got things for the lil', for em' half-chickens, the quillow block That thang go RRAH! Hit you in yo' two Dick-suckas' tryna move all my turf I even give it to my customers Can't smoke shit, put a nigga with extendo clip Damage all up in your shit, hookin' up tombs, feel it in your wrist Purple pulse, slumped down on yo' porch, blunt still burnin' 707, we early, niggas is just learnin' our hood! [Chorus: Goldie] Ain't my youngins on the block got them things that pop (Got them things that pop) Except my turf, they all know they don't play on the block (They don't play on the block) We just fight over dice, came back, who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?) We checked up, we throw up, smoke all your pot, nigga what?! This is head (Head), bust (Bust), shit (Shit), what? (What?) Lay it (Lay it), busted (Busted), up, quick, what? (What?) Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what? (What?) Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what? (What?) [Verse 2: Turf Talk] Got that coal, 'pane and licorice, when we solvin', we hittin' shit When that funky be carry Ks and stay out them Mountie wings Franchise nigga with the grill (With the grill) Bathroom stall hurtin', quit fuckin' with the pills, aah Kinda under-influenced on some fluids, I blew it off of the toxic Lookin' for targets, 'cause my pockets online (Online) And a ho gotta be about dough, well little my 'dro is paid for the El 'Co (El 'Co) I know some tints on that bitch or some switches for that low-low (Low-low) Bang to the boogie, say out-jump the boogie West Coast dirty, you're fuckin' with the rookie (Biatch!) Catch me if you can on the boulevard (Boulevard) Ain't nobody rappin' like him, 'cause it's too hard (Awh!) [Chorus: Goldie] Ain't my youngins on the block got them things that pop (Got them things that pop) Except my turf, they all know they don't play on the block (They don't play on the block) We just fight over dice, came back, who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?) We checked up, we throw up, smoke all your pot, nigga what?! This is head (Head), bust (Bust), shit (Shit), what? (What?) Lay it (Lay it), busted (Busted), up, quick, what? (What?) Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what? (What?) Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what? (What?) [Verse 3: E-40] Look here Blowin' tweed, gettin' ki, feelin' like a million bucks (Bucks) Hemi truck, Hennessey, 223 deluxe (-luxe) Twisted up, wetted up, let it dry, blaze it up Bleed the block, pack a chop', pack it up, bite it up Dreadlocks and P-coats and D-boys and chops (Chops) Yay' boys and Elroys and weed spots and crops (Crops) They keep saggin', man (Man) In my Dodge Magnum, man (Man) Sittin' on top or do somethin', man Paint say color, risk scandal lips Lovin' life, shootin' dice, Harley bikes, high off snipes Takin' flights, limo lights, 'round the world 'bout once or twice [Chorus: Goldie] Ain't my youngins on the block got them things that pop (Got them things that pop) Except my turf, they all know they don't play on the block (They don't play on the block) We just fight over dice, came back, who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?) We checked up, we throw up, smoke all your pot, nigga what?! This is head (Head), bust (Bust), shit (Shit), what? (What?) Lay it (Lay it), busted (Busted), up, quick, what? (What?) Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what? (What?) Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what? (What?) Ain't my youngins on the block got them things that pop (Got them things that pop) Except my turf, they all know they don't play on the block (They don't play on the block) We just fight over dice, came back, who's next to get shot? (Next to get shot?) We checked up, we throw up, smoke all your pot, nigga what?! This is head (Head), bust (Bust), shit (Shit), what? (What?) Lay it (Lay it), busted (Busted), up, quick, what? (What?) Recognize the Glocks, TECs, and chops, what? (What?) Yellow tape and chops, that Turf Talk, what? (What?)