Thought You Knew Lyrics

Thought You Knew lyrics

Verse 1: PS 

 Never gave a fuck and I still don't 

 So save your lectures I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life 

 A young BG deranged in the brain 

 The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang 

 Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G 

 Really can I make your ass rest in peace? 

 No need to waste my energy squabbin 

 Quick to pull the trigger put your ass in a coffin 

 Never been a baller but I trap many ballin 

 Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin 

 You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick 

 and have her sprung on this black ass nigga 

 Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her 

 mother 

 Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers 

 Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that 

 and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat 

 Chorus: 

 Bitches ridin on my bit 

 Niggas hit me up and shit 

 But I'm from the Eastside 

 Where the niggas do or die 

 Representin like a dream 

 Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew 

 Verse 2: Billy Boy 

 Uh, uh, uh 

 As I crack dice from one hood to the next 

 Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques 

 I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up 

 Keepin motherfuckers on the duck 

 You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks 

 but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off 

 I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends 

 If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in 

 In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot 

 you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block 

 Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way 

 and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) 

 I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand 

 You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top 

 LA hustlers can't live without money 

 So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot 

 cos I can't fuck without my hoes 

 And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 

 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me 

 but I won't be gettin back in the CPT 

 Chorus: 

 Niggas tryin to give me stuff 

 Billy Boy don't give a fuck 

 First I warn you with my rhyme 

 then I'll fuck you with my 9 

 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang 

 But I'm down to fully slang 

 40 Thevz end down your crew 

 cos Circle's deep I thought you knew 

 Verse 3: Coolio 

 I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler 

 Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar 

 Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches 

 Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes 

 You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front 

 Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool 

 R-E-S-P-E-C-T 

 C-O-O-L-I-O G 

 M to the A, A to the D 

 A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see 

 You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile 

 I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle 

 Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps 

 Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack 

 See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke 

 First you diss my city then you choke 

 *cough* 

 Chorus: 

 C-O-M-P-T-O-N 

 Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin 

 I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know 

 Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go 

 Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year 

 East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* 

 You don't wanna see my crew 

 Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew