[Intro: Scarface]
It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock
It's the-it's the-it's the—
It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock
It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: V-Dog]
I'm a nappy head n***a, so how you figure you could fuck with me?
I'm seein' posters, and I'm wanted for a robbery
We four deep in my Chevy gettin' blowed away
Talkin' about them crooked cops they got towed away
They picked the wrong n***a to fuck with
That type of shit I let my four-five deal with it
I wish them bitches the worst
And the cop that was talkin' the shit; he died first
My n***a Gangsta got the pistol grip, punk
Hopin' and prayin' one of you stupid motherfuckers jump
I hit the funk, my face begin' sweatin'
'Cause the heart of Southpark is where I'm fuckin' dwellin'
No matter what, on your ass I'ma blast
I told you, ho, you better kick up the fuckin' cash
[Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?]
Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em
Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Told you I was friendly, I do

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
Kick up the cash, make it fast, trick, all I want is cheese, bitch
If you give, I won't, but if you don't then I'ma kill ya, bitch
Glock tucked in my gut, mask on my fuckin' face
Call MJ4, another fuckin' murder case
Ballin', holdin' [?] and shit, tryna get the fuck away
High off all kinda shit, then I make a stang today
Bloody, bloody, murder, yeah, you heard it right, so dig it, n***a
If you think you bigger — then come and meet my n***a-killer
Ain't barin' none of the shit you talkin', give it up, player
Meet my hog, V-Dog, he's killin' all player-haters
Ho, I told you once, it's another armed robbery
OG's only, stand they ground, dig got out, why did he, G?
Take off all your clothes, blow your nose, watch your stash, bitch
Gimme this ninety-four, plus your cash, ho, so mash, trick
Back get buck in the cut, put some slugs in your gut
Kick up all the cash, and make it fast 'cause I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?]
Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em
Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Told you I was friendly, I do
[Verse 3: V-Dog]
I got a bloody-ass knife, livin' the motherfuckin' thug life
Searchin' for them tricks with they dope at a high-ass price
'Cause you know I'm gonna get 'em
I take my AK along, just in case he got some tricks with 'em
I get to trippin' when I'm high or gettin' drunk and shit
It makes me wanna grab my motherfuckin' pump and shit
'Cause I made it through another year
I'm from [?] out on the curve, for my n***as who didn't make it here
'Cause in the '90s, fool, the law has been broken
Look at the barrel of my AK, it's the smoke and scopin' out you busters in my black skimask
I told you hoes, you better kick up the fuckin' cash

[Outro: Spice 1]
Kick up-kick up-kick up the cash
Kick up-kick up the cash