[Verse 1]
Kinda like tha mafia if you ask me, who`s that?
All of them ridas from ORC, why`s that?
Cuz we bad like 3 strikers when we spit rhymes and preach to street bikers
Or convicts in ricers
There never ain`t no telling what we gonna do
Cuz when you think we through
We come back hit you
Wit another hit, ain`t no stopping me and my gang
Boneybone Corleone from the MTV cut fame
Same rapper and same rider, Westsider
Only difference is my beats and rhymes tighter, that`s real
Now throw in tha sky if you down wit me
I represent that organized rhyme family
Family tree consist of demon killas
Reaching drug dealers and top billas making scrilla
Livin` in white villas, using guerilla tactics to reach crypts and bloods
And all tha thugs that are looking for love
[Hook]
We`s them rhyme sayers, true 2 life plays
Dippin` in navigators not trippin` on all you haters
Making rider music strictly for tha Creator
Wit more game from tha bay than the Oakland Raiders
[Verse 2]
From tha land of Chuck Taylors, khaki wearers and gang bangers
Where rap sangers lowride and talk about `em colored bandanas
Ducking from one time, California sunshine
Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes
Primetime couldn`t paint a better picture
Best beware of them locs and O.G.`s from them thugs hit ya
Cuz where we from it`s straight scandalous, Los Angeles
Ain`t too many players or ridas that can handle us
Slugs flying in every direction you look
Got homeless people living under bridges and drug addicts hooked
Ain`t this a shame, that`s why me and my gang preachin`, like deacons
To bloods, crips, Latinos, Blacks and Puerto Ricans
Every weekend we be speakin` and preachin`, teachin`
How we need to be reachin` tha heathen, sleepin`
While tha devils creepin` meetin` to put these suckas names on contracts
And lift up and raise up tha King of kings like a car jack!
[Verse 3]
We making moves like a U-Haul
Playa haters don`t get it twisted like RuPaul
We don G`s and family, that stick together like Siamese twins
And Chinese steam rice from Chang Lee`s
I`m tha, Bone Corleone wit Lucky Luciano, Kevin Blanco and Mr. Donnie Brasco
E-Doggie Montana from Nicaragua, my little patna that we be calling Jimmy Hoffa
Can`t forget about Chase Gigant, cuz when I rhyme say he makes`em beats bomb bay
Hot like picante, this is tha click that I be talking about
So if you ain`t down wit us then back up before you get clowned
