TOO MUCH FEAT.Nate Dogg

I'm from the ol' hood something like YOUR hood Where niggaz don't know good, or nor should But the blow good, so we rockin' like Tracy McGrady Sendin' to Houston in a grey Mercedez I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's So that means, me Kanyeezy, Young Jeezy we all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven sent First LP on the same shelf as the veterans Nigga I can't be f*cked like a lesbian I'm the Hip-Hop cartoon as the Mexicans I'm an artist never claimed to be the hardest Just #1 since B.I.G. and Pac departed Nate ridin' wit me, Snoop ridin' wit me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffin I'm on fire like the tip of a blood On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month I'm a BLOOD, but you could CRIP if you want Just let it bump like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the Ice Cream Truck, man, guns in the trunk, man, drugs in the trunk, man Call me da front man Too much 'Cris in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to f*ck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much base in the trunk so let it bump You look like you're mad as f*ck but who cares Grabbin' a bottle on, cuz she stares Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown My son 3 now, when I been watchin DRE so long, I make him preach now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-town I mean Chi-Town, f*ck it it could go down Nigga I spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds Nigga this is the Wild Wild West, call it the showdown And I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again Put my hand on the belt, dare nigga to shoot me I'm gangsta, took more shots than Toogie I'm alive So I'ma take a Patrone shot for Toogie Rollin' California blunt, keep watchin' the movie Inspired by dis gangbanger sin since I was 2 I brought the West Coast back, what tha f*ck you too I'm the Ice Cream Truck, man, guns in the trunk, man, drugs in the trunk, man Call me da frontman Too much 'Cris in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to f*ck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much base in the trunk so let it bump You look like you're mad as f*ck but who cares Grabbin' a bottle on, cuz she stares Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game Drive fast both hands on the dash Close both ya eyes and hope that you don't clash This is a lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the f*ckin' windows down, let the base out Niggaz, drop the top or whatever you're in Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs Nigga you could drive the Bentley if only in your mind Four doors leather and wood Ride like I got a horse staple under my hood And I keep a chron 4-5 under my hood So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood Who had the hottest bitch in the game wearin' the chain? Mr. H to the IZZO, NAS or Hurricane Long as my family straight, read dis in my way I gave The Documentary and I scrape the plate 20 magazine covers nigga, look at us face I cannot, will not, ever be replaced Cuz I'm the Ice Cream Truck, man, guns in the trunk, man, drugs in the trunk, man Call me da frontman Too much 'Cris in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to f*ck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much base in the trunk so let it bump You look like you're mad as f*ck but who cares Grabbin' a bottle on, cuz she stares Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game You movin' alotta shit, he looks scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare Size is way too many hoes in here