From the land of marks & pimps
shotgun pumps and a sharkish grin
get dumped with a heartless grin
throwing up the five star fin
cousins bent off juice and gin
moving with ruthless sin
po pimp black and gold caddies
stacked up with white walls
always had me dreaming fancy
Mexican blood dancing
with my Southern grand daddy
teachers couldn’t stand me
gladly chilling with B-boys
breaking on the smooth pavement
dusting off my gang colored shoe laces
move with Do Or Die and Twista
like them dudes made it
shaking up my new language
hood famous from K-Town to Austin
bullets in the wind
proceed with caution
Magic had the speakers knockin’
money flow had suburban sponsors
if they scuffed my Jordan six
welcome to the West Side
where we watch you fold on the blitz
after we snatched the gold off your wrist