[Interlude: Kokane, Brotha Lynch Hung]
Yeah, yeah, n***a, recognize this shit
Brotha Lynch in this motherfucker
(Brotha Lynch in this motherfucker)
Brought to you by the Real N***a Association
(Brought to you by the real n***as, n***a)
We've now taken over your broadcast station, bitch
So bitch, recognize
We gon' return you to your previous channel (That's right)
Brotha Lynch? (What up?)
Brotha Lynch for '9-6, '9-7, '9-8, '9-9 'til this bitch is over with
Comin' from the Sactown
Brotha Lynch, break it down (Recognize), yay yay
Brotha Lynch, break it down
Kokane in this bitch
Check this shit out
'Cause we all have a place in time
The n***as trying to take what's mine
Tryna learn this game, but you can't see me like the wind
Have you ever found a tale of homies jackin' homies?
Give a n***a a molly, take a trip cross country
Yeah, yeah, n***a, on this motherfucker (On this motherfucker)
We only expressin' game, check this out, uh (Game me)
Sweet Talk (What up?)
Why don't you draw some flakes on these motherfuckers
Show 'em what time it is with my n***a Brotha Lynch (Well alright)
Now who's getting used?
Who's catching the 501 blues? Well, alright
For our Father, our thought thought be the jigga stalkin'
Shit talkin' product of my environment
So we dwell with the sickness in our mind
Coming from the Jurassic era, we vets, bitch, it gets no better
Putting it down for the Sactown
Shit, if you don't know Brotha Lynch, you don't know your ass from a hole in the ground, alright
The sin, now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep out here in these streets, oh
Brotha Lynch, Kokane in this bitch, Sweet Talk in this bitch
(You motherfuckers better recognize)
'9-6, '9-7, '9-8, '9-9 'til this bitch is over with
(Uh, it's on, my n***a, Sactown, n***a)