Set It Off

Aight, ay 2 Dope, turn up the echo, and I know I'm good for one of them old-ass, funky mojo beats

Violent J with the pull to the ghetto

Said another clique, suck a dick ’cause you're fucking soft

And don't say Violent J ain’t with it

When you was rollin' with your dad, your mom let me suck a titty

Fools always talk shit get beat

And if I'm out-numbered, there's a .9 in the back seat

'Cause when I'm feelin like a mack daddy

In the trunk when I ride, I got weapons I'da never had

And I just start gunnin 'em down

I blast in the crowd now everybody’s runnin’ around

And there's always them bitches that are screamin’

Some fool's on his back, wishing he were dreaming

If anybody's listenin' down south

I’ll talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth

Keep stringin' on your banjo

'Cause we don't like that shit where I come from, bro

N.W.A without the boy Ice Cube, yo

You kinda sound like Barry motherfuckin' Manilow

Why do you call yourself a nigga, I ask you

That's the only kind of bullshit that you can lay tracks too

Short nappy head motherfuckers, the same

Sound like you got your beat from a Nintendo game

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Yo, when I posse'd up in Volare

I got bitches on my dick like I'm grippin' a Ferrari

Well I guess it's cause I'm sorta famous

I'm sending out dope shit, how the fuck can you blame us?

When the fucking bitches come and drive by

Lifting up their shirts and lettin' titties fly

Like I really wanna see this shit

A drunk-ass slut and her fucking titty

And when it comes down to the sex part

They say love shit and try to soften my heart

But a bitch will always give more head

With a cold double barrel pressed against their forehead

That's the way to get it done around here

In my neck of the woods, I'd have never met fear

Me and the boys get to rumblin'

We always drop the hoes, though I might be fumbling

You know Violent J won't slip

Yo, G, the haters on Q-tip

Cause his punk ass went ahead and sold out

Now his family's at the funeral, and he's gettin' rolled out

And everybody's fake cryin'

Cause nobody really gives a fuck of him dyin'

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

They're rollin' HP's, it'll never end

Cause I saw Johnny buttfuckin' one of his friends

So they're on my case about it

Because I told everyone he likes to suck a good dick

Now we're out grippin' in a '68 bucket

Seen a fine bitch, but I said fuck it

'Cause I know how that story goes

First she buys me dinner, then I fuck that ho

But I was in a hurry to get downtown, ay yo

Mexican festival, you don't wanna miss the show

With brews and Faygo, we was chillin'

Too Much, [?], and my homie, Kid Villain

Those motherfuckers starin' at me all night

Givin' me a look like I was fuckin' his wife

I didn't know the bitch he was with, so I told him

Keep starin' at me, you catch a bullet in your scrotum

And everything went cool

We'd have caught him once more, I'd take his ass to school

Set it off, set it off