These three little piggies say I ain't good as Biggie These motherfuckin' niggies say my pen game is iffy This ain't just yellin', nigga, this is storytellin' Are there any seeds up in that watermelon? Just because the melanin, never sold the heroin Still got the avalanche flow that will bury them Still got the pyroclastic flow and the calico Red nigga, pale face, treat me like a Navajo Bag a ho like a nigga work up at Stop-N-Go Mop your ass then do a show, I call it mop and glow Got to get my capital, Ice Cube is tactical Holy mackerel, don't have to mack a ho All I got to do is ask a ho (Ask a ho) Then it's all mathematical, some say I'm radical Skip the sabbatical, do you wanna battle, though? Bitch niggas already know how that'll go Fuckin' with Geronimo, even playin' dominoes Get ghost, adiós nigga, vámonos Motherfucker, I'm the Coast, get my locs Get my folks takin' tokes, you's a hoax Do you have any hits or just features? These creatures spit bullshit from the bleachers I'm the grim reaper with the ether I'm the one that hit you with a sleeper, left you lookin' like a tweaker Can you make it come out the speakers? With over thirty years of heaters, motherfuckers can't beat us Y'all better join us, anoint us Yup, kick back and take pointers and stop cuttin' corners Don't you try to warn us 'cause these lyrics are enormous (Yeah) And I'm the truth and y'all just performance He said, "Cube still got it," that's when I shot his ass What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch? I'm the product (Blast) I'll never lose it, nigga, I'll just abuse it Are we talkin' movies, bitch, or are we talkin' music?