Bicken Back Being Bool

[Intro:]
It's that muthafuckin' gangsta shit, nigga!

[Chorus:]
I'm just bicken back bein' bool,
I'm just bicken back bein' bool,
I'm just bicken back bein' bool,
I'm just bicken back bein' bool,
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back bein' bool,
I'm just bicken back, bicken back, bicken back, bicken back bein' bool.

[Verse 1]
Pull up on the block like, “What?”
Fuck the police, niggas better call the SWAT.
I ain't never played with the pot,
I was in your house tryna find a spot to extend my knots.
I went to jail for a flock, came home with a strike,
You went to jail as a bitch, came home as a dyke,
Nigga, yikes!
I don't play that shit.
Wifey like SEGA, I don't play that bitch.
I'm a real Bompton nigga with a muthafuckin' attitude,
Walk up in the spot, you would think that a nigga mad at you,
I was on the block chillin', homies, what's the mission?
Came back in a quickness, hopin' there wasn't no witness,
And they came back shootin', my homies went back shootin',
Ain't nobody hittin' nothin', man, this shit gettin' stupid,
And my homies with the news so they grabbed that tool,
This all started from a day of niggas bicken back bein' bool.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Verse two, the sun come down,
You know, when the sun come down, the guns come out,
Click-clack, bow-bow-bow, bow-bow, bow-bow!
I used to rob niggas, that's probably why they tryna rob my style.
And karma is a muthafuckin' biatch,
You got your homie in jail, you sniatch!
All in the court tellin' the judge who it is,
Like a bitch when you get to the pen, niggas on your wig.
Niggas be lurkin', bitches be slurpin',
Niggas got caught up on them Nextels chirpin',
It's a must in the county, I ain't have no pagers,
My bitch wouldn't come see me, I was in there masturbatin'.
Smokin' on a bigarette, eatin' a bowl of bereal,
Niggas on the block sellin' O's like Cheerios.
Ay, nigga, nigga, nigga! I got a whole zone right now,
Like right now, right now,
Like, what you tryna to do right now?

[Chorus]