Thirty-one double-o-seven
Was the code I got hit wit
I guess it's time to go and do
That Looie shit
Stopped at the spot and then
Hit the sto
Because the gin and ice got me
Perkin in the studio
When I hit the spot tops drop
Glocks cocked
I hope it ain't no funk cause the
Looies on the block
Hope you're giving up love
Or giving up dap
The homie from the looies is
Quick to pull your cap
Thirty-one double-o-seven
Was the code I got hit wit
I guess it's time to go and do
Some more Looie shit
Gotta hit the store and get me
A vega
Cause you know when a Looie
Smoke, a Looie smoke major
We push in doors, snatch C-U
Drawers
Took over stores and mack
Punk trick whores
My looies done paged and
I'm smashin
Blowin big bomb in a fashion
We be doing this shit with a
Passion
And your bitch blew me off for
Straight mackin
Now what you gone do when I
Hit that C-U
Give up the money or get Big
Bar after you
Ric ain't for play the Glock is
Gone spit
And chop a nigga like a trick
Crest side nigga on the real-a
All about my scrilla
Dope rhyme sayer out the town
And imma peel ya
So don't test the thirty-one
Double -o-seven vet
Wreck the playa haters off they
Set
Back em up cause ain't nathan
But that C- side
And we ride deep playa
Hatas run and hide
It's high performance when we
Slide
You might catch me in that fifty
Drive
Crest side nigga in this game it
Won't stop
Back em up cause niggas
Know we hiccup
Them fifty-calibre eagles
Dumping out the regal
It's Rico you know Nathan nice