Ready on the left, ready on the right
Yo BR what up my dude
What up, okay
Yo kick that thing you was kickin' in the studio B
Yeah yo with that joint
'Round town I'm bound, shake the ground, shake the town
Wave the pound, lays you down
Yo, yo what was that B?
Scram Jones, I see you baby
You was crazy yo, kick it again
Good lookin'!
Yeah, yo 'round town I'm bound, shake the ground, shake the town
Wave the pound, lays you down (Woo-wee!)
And that's how we approach these faggots
Tryna grow and be fly but they still maggots
I'm sure all I gotta do is call my mans
40 Cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans (Woo-wee!)
I'm the up top gangster, the star in the hood
One of the few motherfuckers that ain't scared of Suge
Fam that was '95 man fuck the past
See niggas out there frontin', bodyguards up the ass man
He's Black Rob, he's okay (Yeah man, better stop fuckin' playin')
Play and you'll get robbed today
Y'all know how I'm comin' through the Source Awards
Somebody's jewels got jacked man it must've been yours
Y'all dudes be talkin' out the side of your mouth (Oh whatever man)
'Til I put the gem star on the side of your mouth (Oh shit)
Y'all ain't sell no records, made no cash yet
Fuck dude 'cause my niggas is goons in every aspect (Ah)
And don't get beside yourself
A lotta shit gon' be fucked up besides your health, man
He's Black Rob, he's a thug (Yeah, Black Rob)
Fuck with him you'll get fucked up (Rob Report, fam)
I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise
That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage (Woo-wee!)
Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus
Meanwhile I'm deep sea divin', oceanomics
I see green, more green than the Sonics
More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard
The nine mil' scope (Uh-huh)
I walk up on a nigga, put the nine to his throat
And watch him shake like the Pope (Ah)
He's Black Rob, he's our friend
Bank'll pop his back again
Aw man y'all niggas done got me hype (Uh-huh)
This it, we fit the same stereotype (Uh-huh)
If a nigga wanna wild, we can do that too (What?)
Fuck the model bitches, well we can screw that too
Yeah, man notice I said we (Aight)
She's a J-U-M-P
Man off top fam I got figures
In the game she fuckin' with all the top niggas (It's true)
Seen the bitch in the club last night with the nigga D from uptown
Yo D, the big drinker
He's Black Rob, he's our man
If he can't do it no one can
Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash
Alumni, I put the whole name on smash
After this (What?), they gon' wan' lace me plenty
Who's just mad 'cause they can't make a JC Penney
Who's your bad boy BR back with the nutritious
Black attacks like a pit bull vicious
It's goin' down, fam
I'm about to shake the ground, it's uptown, holla at your man
Ready on the left, ready on the right