I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Roll up and get swoll up Hold up How ya gonna play me like a sunkin' dunkin' donut? I ain't came a long way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or Get your motherfuckers chimp check Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open Say your looking for some real shit Then catch a funkdified batch Like that! Oakland's on the map Tupac is on the big screen strivin' Gotta love a nigga for survivin' I wear a lot of old schools jewels Look how the fools? Ooh Stop lookin' at me hard 'cause your buffer But I'll just buck then bigger motherfuckers Turnin' men to suckers Niggas wanna start a little ruckus Better duck 'cause I'll be poundin' them motherfuckers They wanna throw their hands up, that's tight Hit 'em with my eight. Never had shit left, right Then hit 'em with the uppercut. Duck quick Shit outta luck. Fucked and stuck with that rough shit Fuck a pop song, fuck a video, fuck Arsenio, fuck the radio Do you hear me though? Give a holla to my niggas in the pen And my murderous partners with their Mac 10s I represent the real 'cause I'm ill, G Glock cocked and then they kill me I'm representin' I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Strictly representin' I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Peace to Redman, Tretch, Vin Rock, K-G the great one Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and sure you're late son Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah Too Short, Tony Toni Tone And the Special motherfucker, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, they ill niggas Digital Underground: my real niggas Raw Fusion, all in house confusion Wickeder than most men: Spice1 and Pooh Man TLC, Eric B rockin, then Scarface Stretch, Mad K-Low, pumpin the scars bass Thoro Headz, Poonannynans, the Click Hmm E-40, The Governen and Richie Rich Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava DJ Ditch for their behavior Off the head, my freestyle flow Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know I'm strictly representin' I got a head, but ain't no screws in it Yeah! Stricly representin' One motherfucker, two motherfuckers, three motherfuckers Damn, who did I forget? But ain't no screws in it I'm a soldier Daddy was a soldier Strong in the struggle Must contend so it's on Raised in a house full of bad motherfuckers Mad motherfuckers Never had, so we grab from the stacked motherfuckers Now they know me, the homies Raised by some crazed ass well paid OG's Ah, shit! Pulled up in a Benz, snatch The wheel as I peel out, catch a cop's tail Rock shells hit, raise a fist so they know to make a hit Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it Huh. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it It's for the gifted, pump your fist if you with it Here's your ticket to see Mr. Wicked rip shit Now they wanna maim me (told ya) All I wanted to be was a soldier Bang bang boogy it's stick up Quit now nigga, eat a dick up I'm representin'