Hole In the Head

Ganxsta Ridd, what's up, yo?

It's a Tribe thing

Madman gonna getcha quick with the cuete

See a gang, no, there ain't no juguete

Rollin' like a psycho with the windows rolled down

Who you lookin' at? You tryin' to fade me, clown?

Pleito, si mon, you want static?

When you reach for your gat to load your automatic

Boo-yah, spittin' out buckshots

Homie say, "Bloodclaat" (Bloodclaat!), so you can call a pig

'Cause no one could handle, aguanta el loco

Insane to the brain, you get the bullet

And a hole in your head, a hole in your fucking head

A hole in the head, a hole in the head

You get a hole in your head, in your motherfucking head

A hole in the head, a hole in the head

Eight barrel pumpin', system thumpin'

See a fine heina, "Come on, baby, jump in

Hasta pa'acá, here, let me tell you something

Me and you, ruca, we should be humpin'"

If honey likes the mack, homie's got it in the bag

But there's vatos rollin' up, and they're stickin' out their flag

He jumps out with the sag, "Hey, where you from, homes?"

It's on, he sees him reachin' for his chrome

Buckshot to the dome, jumps in the Brome

Honey's in the back, but she just wants to go home

But he trips to the store, homeboy needs a forty

White boy at the counter's thinkin', "Oh, Lordy, Lordy"

Pushin' on the button, panickin' for nothing

Pigs on the way, ayo, he smells bacon

Dips out the store, one-time hits the corner

Where he hits the fucking alley like if homes was Pop Warner

Still had the .40, comin' out the alley

Seen the chief's son, pig Officer O'Malley (Oink)

In the black and white, thinkin' he's gonna jack him right

Wrong, ha, it's gonna be on

That pig better saca la chrome (P.D. 187)

A-to-the-motherfucking-K (You know what's up, Sen)

(I'll shoot your ass down) And by the way

You get a hole in your head, a fucking whole in your head

A hole in your head, a whole in your head

You get a hole in your head, in your motherfucking head

A hole in the head, a hole in the head

A Scooby-Doo, y'all, a Scooby-Doo, y'all (Scooby-Doo)

A Scooby-Doo, y'all, a doobie-doobie-doo, y'all (Doobie-doo)

A Scooby-Doo, y'all, a Scooby-Doo, y'all (Scooby-Doo)

A Scooby-Doo, y'all, a Scooby-doobie-doo, y'all

Six rollin' up and now, he's really baffled

Brother's thinkin', "Damn, I never got this gaffled" (To' up)

Beat down (Down) all the way to the station

Gaffled up from a false accusation (Bullshit)

Onto the pen, you know, homes, the one that where

The attitudes are flyin', where the punks'll be dyin'

Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick you

Get wet, yeah

You know, homes, the picture

(Yeah, you never been to jail, boy

Broomstick up your ass)

And by the way

You get a hole in your head, a fucking hole in your head

A hole in the head, a hole in the head

You get a hole in your head, in your motherfucking head

A hole in your head, a hole in your head

You get a hole in your head, in your motherfucking head

A hole in the head, a hole in the head

(I know what y'all talkin' about now, real gangster shit)

You get a hole in your head, in your motherfucking head

A hole in your head, a hole in your head

Yeah, South Central and the West Side teamed up

This is hell, boy

It's a Tribe thing

Straight up, it's a Tribe thing

What side is that, Ridd?

Can they kick it?

Can they kick it?

Can they kick it?

I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it