From the depths of the sea, back to the block
9 trait tracey, funky as the, the, The D.O.C
Went solo on that ****, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I served my 'caine
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fk up shiet
So I ain't holdin nothin' back
And motherfomo I got five on the twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (Ra-ta-tat-tat)
'Cause I never hesitate to put a rabbit on his back
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must, we drop gangsta shiet
What's my fluffin name?