i've dealt with too many pussies
for you bitches to push me
i'll take this shit by myself
go 'head and call me a rookie
you see the time it will tell
exactly what i've been saying
we fittna' take this game by storm
don't give a fuck who we playin'

and now i'm up in your face
with a sudden re-arrange
so sit back and relax
while i take apart your game

and when your girl is all alone
and she ring me on my phone
says come over to her home
and watch her fetch upon this bone
yeah i'm done watching the throne
yeah its time to take it home
you can hand over your crowns
wait, fuck it, i deserve my own

breaks off niggas, take off niggas
flows gotta be water i'm a lakeshore nigga
flows on quiver knowledge overloaded
diggin' deep inside of me
i feel like i've imploded
told that it was hopeless nobody would notice
vet up in this bitch while these other cats is novice
novice whateva' this is chess not checkers
if you over the fence, i'm an upper-decker
if you thought you was skatin' i'ma have to check ya
re-arrange and direct ya... God, see
i got plans on takin' the throne
if you ain't down or you scared motha' fucka' go home

mista' Eazy-E3, compton east side
smokin' on some og kush loc you know how we ride
lookin' to my left i see my homies in a g-ride
whats crackin E3 can we line some hoes up for the ni-night?
yeah i don't doubt it my nigga we fittna' get it on
i cracked this girl earlier today & lights in the morn
how you doin' there sweet thang as i turn down my song
fittna' head back home kinda lonely 'cause my niggas gone
he on vacation & i ain't hatin' i know he with some bitches
well i'm headed back home to chill with niggas
so call some home girls and see if they can roll with us
she like i got some bad bitches my nigga and they some go getters

and when your girl is all alone
and she ring me on my phone
says come over to her home
and watch her fetch upon this bone
yeah i'm done watching the throne
yeah its time to take it home
you can hand over your crowns
wait, fuck it, i deserve my own

zip-lock bag it, can you roll a swisher sweet?
tryna' cop a chevelle cherry red super sweet
so i can cruise the 'sota streets so your girl
can come choose a G am i smoking yeah usually
yeah i'm a pocket full of fun, but i bet it won't be my pocket
the money's coming from, i get it done
like the fat man cable guy, i hate to lie, so i won't
i do shit you fuckin don't or probably won't or maybe can't