g-funk

Tell me who you loyal to Is it money? It is fame? It is weed? It it comin' down with the lead pipes in the rain? Big chillin', only for the power in your name Tell me who you loyal to Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark? Tell me when your loyalty is comin' from the start I get high But I ain't explaining why Because if I don't Will it determine whether or not you live or you die The smell ain't like petrol So don't say shit or try to make a statement just walk on by Because you will get smacked Fact Laid out flat on your mofuckin back My point is don't overreact with someone whose only tryna unwind and relax You probably drink to ease your mind And ours come in these large green sacks. They say put your hands up They say put your hands up 12 pullin up better put your hands up, yeah He ain't mobbin with the gangs ain't rockin a chain, But he gotta little thang no safety it bangs, On his belt no Gucci he ain't usin a uzi, And he's lookin for a dooby and maybe some Lucy Who me? Not me. he comin from academy, Call 2Exclusive._Julian he pack the glock 9, Trained to respond act fast and don't die, Hes lookin to my eyes, hand twitchin he's on edge, Before I can even blink hes startin the carnage, Callin for that back up even though he act tough, Radio chatter then bodies start to stack up, Ain't worried for what's comin next he gonna act up, Before you could ask what he's puttin badge up.