Stincs Run LA

(I get my word from the narco)

Talkin' to the thugs if its war

Slither with the snakes I got five mops in the jungle

Handing out extensions if you want a hunnid

I got 9 hundiddies in a bundle

Let a nigga miss pay me, we on his bumper

Catch you on a camel back, I'ma cross you

I ain't knockin' beat 'cause that's nothing

Let it burn if it singing like Usher, I got five model bitches that are foreign

Free throw easy like a Sunday morning

They like Drakeo making money up and touring

Keep my name out your mouth 'fore we extort you

Guess we gotta pull the plug no remorse

And grab those 20 wok pints for me and serve 'em

These little emblems on my whip made me important

I seen the spirit on my hood, it made me nervous

20 know my opposition when we clubbing

I got Nina Ross with me, she's a snorter

All she wanna do is blow if you're important

Work on the table, anybody need employment?

Out the window suit and tie like we in cooperate

I think nigga in my comments is the police

Make sure if you making threats, you own a blower

When we stop playing for keeps don't get emotional

Another friendly opp dead, they going through the motions

That's for calling every nigga in yo' group yo' family

I'm finna put a whole in nigga the size of randy

Donuts, I made him feel the bass like Elvis Presley

Hard rock, most be smoking on it nigga you dissing Ketchy

I'll Bart choke a nigga for this dough like Homer Simpson

That little shack you call a home is hardly littered

Three opps turn to two and a half men, I'm Charlie Sheen, ugh

All the sparks from the K got gunpowder on my mouth

I'm Kevin, neat Kevin, don't leave me home alone

It's a doggy dog world who feeding me a bone

If I got I'ma take it, I'm serious

For a week, I made all my opps bleed

Had 'em hiding under trees like my sentence done

Period, Maeling, ling-ling, so young

Kim Lee, bitch the stincs run the city, are you serious?

We know the truth

We know what's going on

Forget all that nice shit, nigga know what going on

We know the truth

Long live Jameion Davis, free Kellz, free Mellz

Free everybody, free Rassy, shit

We know the truth