You Know Me

Lyrics

[Chorus] I roll my good up, in my khakis Throw my hood up, keep it OG You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me I got the hood with me But these bitches get this money Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me [Verse 1: WC] Dub-Cuda, Lick can I get robbin' Over here, we the headbangers like the hit squad All chrome with the raw flow, shake up the audience Like Mike Vick walkin' in the dog show Like giraffe dicks standin' tall over y'all Hangin' with killas Like suspenders on overalls, crackin' bottles Swaggin' and aimin' hollows when niggas in solitary confinement To the game macho, clack clock, nigga, keep my shit cocked Don't fuck with me ya'll, I'm in the zone like a zip lock Stay G'd up, out to get my green up Blue Chevy, counting bags of money like a Brink truck Guaranteed at least, slangin' sticks like Shina-E Bad bitch on my side, ass like Alicia Keys, feel the breeze Don't retire, nicky, please, on the 110 with my dickies to my knees [Hook] I roll my good up, in my Khakis Throw my hood up, keep it OG You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me I got the hood with me But these bitches get this money Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me [Verse 2: Young Maylay] Breath of fresh air, yes Yeah, it's Maylay, nigga, Big Swang And I came with the Connect Gang members and, uhh It ain't bright if we ain't light They ain't shit, nigga, he ain't tight You got it fucked up It's all or nothin', we brawl and bust 'em Till they put me in the coffin' of the car and I'm coffed in And to my next opponent, don't even rest a moment I'm so West! (Hell, yes!) with no extras on it L.A. Dodgers, AK's, choppers and the kids hit the graves Way before they momma's (That's a shame!) So I rep the hat, yeah, you can bet ya that Capital CA, mayne, and check the tat Recognise why the realist niggas give it up Weather they be Crip or Blood, and the one the women love Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run from green coats and don't testify [Hook] I roll my good up, in my khakis Throw my hood up, keep it OG You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me I got the hood with me But these bitches get this money Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Now I'm an old nigga on the Porch, way too big It's a shame how this nigga influenced them kids Got 'em out there hustlin' and doin' the shit And he don't do shit but sit and scratch on his dick And it's not good that the hood is under a spell It's a wonder why this nigga ain't under the jail Why they treat this motherfucka like the Wizard of OZ 'Cause I know what's happening like Re-Run and Raj I'm a captain, yep, the head nigga in charge Pull Air Force One, up out the garage I'm the Grand Puba, you part of my lodge You mortals better pay, respect to the gods You can cuss more, I'm Mount Rushmore Now you can sell more, you still Al Gore Nigga, I'm the president, you just a resident In my gangsta world, and you late with the fucking rent [Hook: Ice Cube] I roll my good up, in my khakis (Pay the cut, nigga) Throw my hood up, keep it OG You know it, mayne, I got the hood with me I got the hood with me But these bitches get this money Got my thang out, keep it on me, you know it, mayne I got the hood with me, I got the hood with me