Now You Know

I don't even put beat in my cars no mo' Been knockin' 20-something years so my hearing is toast Used to roll around town with the subs on bloaw Now a motherfucker old and I talk hella loud No homo, blowin' on a stick, weed hella loud My dick get hungry, bet I'ma snatch a bitch out the crowd East Oakland shit, Henny with a apple juice chase I hit the hero button, burnt a quarter to the face Parked bully in this motherfucker, that's my birthplace Brick boyz, Single Side, I first got my shoes laced You wonder why they knock me Fiend'n like a knock be Hatchback slap Gon' stick this in your Christmas stocking My teg ah buck 40 when I stomp it Cops can't catch me with that lil' crotch rocket Four black ass niggas in a dump rice rocket Bitch bob your head to your eye pop socket If you don't know, now you know I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yee-Yeeah While you was at the junior prom Playin' spin the bottle, I was playin' lick a hipster Tryna come up like the lotto cousin They done moved in and pushed out the brown faces The way I mean mug em, you would swear a nigga racist Not even, we tryna make the score even Though we make hood music for nigritos on skid row This that black-gook-china-spic-bodian knock At the bus stop, barkin' on some bitches to bop If your square, then you should bounce out Like a pogo stick Grown man now, Ronnie Cash on my polo shit USPS flat rate shippin' thangs out Tryna stack out, flip a stang and blow the brains out A fox body highway, old school stangs No mustard and mayonnaise. Supra boosted 2J's Fuck livin' 2000... this that 2020 plus Either get down with the get down Or get yo ass off the bus If you don't know, now you know I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yee-Yeeah This is for my guys into Japanese cars Keep em' low, and stack up cause time's gettin' hard In a hood hut, curin' dope in mayonnaise jars Techies move in, bitch, we still swing our cars Karens move in, tell us turn the beat down Bitch, turn the fuck around Fo' you catch a beat down bitch I'm just mad, I didn't stack up and buy housing Rentin' the shit out to people with the highest salaries Fucked up, but now my shit's back on track Fix my credit, I'm finna buy the whole hood back I'd run for mayor, but I'd probably get caught Doin' stupid shit in office My secretary suckin' on my sausage Under the desk, Monica Lewinsky, yes I show up to work loaded, nigga, always a mess And blow the city budget, lunch, lobster, and steak East Oakland, California, cake boys gettin' cake If you don't know, now you know I'ma get high, tell a bitch get low Ain't no real niggas left like blacks in Frisco Cause the real niggas left like blacks in Frisco And this is for my dudes that's pushin' them packs tho Tryna stack doe. Po's at your back poach Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yeah, trap full of dope, they kick in your back do' Yee-Yeeah